I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

Invisible ink

Bounce on this lap like you in a bouncy house. Back it up on me I wanna watch you dance. Can I pull on the pony, just a little? Bend you over, write a check, split you down the middle? 9mm bulging through my pants Feel your pretty nails up on it. I don’t need…

I worry sometimes

about you about me about freedom. I worry sometimes. about distance about hours about flowers about voices. I worry sometimes. about blood about colors about clouds about water. I worry sometimes. about teeth about pens about birds about friends. I worry sometimes. about dust about lust about sharing about caring. Sometimes I worry Worry I…

Classy

She’s a pervert, real wet and sick keeps it classy; but hell with the shade Bitch puts the ass in sassy. Leather hugs her tits Red stains the lips, Chains ice her wrists Glock grips the hips All-dark aesthetic black knee-high boots whip on both thighs stuntin’ looks. Ready for the fix she’s looking to…