somebody horrible slept here. some macabre scene played out and the carpet was bled upon and the tile was cold under the body’s fetid disengagement. nobody in the hallway noticed the sounds. and he slept well. relieved and satisfied with his skillful performance. the wake-up call aroused him. she had a slight accent. his fingers were still stained. he licked them clean
somebody beautiful fucked here. they met at the conference and she invited him up. drinks and straight talk. words like take me and taste me and make me remember you. and she wasted no time with timid smiles as she kissed her way down. and he opened her up. they came as strangers with first names only. they came hard. he left. she set the alarm for her early flight home
somebody said prayers here. a brother and sister were tucked into bed by mom and dad. and their souvenirs were on the dresser. and their hair was damp with generic shampoo. and they giggled and they fought over the covers before midnight. and by one they were sleeping. by two their dreams were dancing. playgrounds and carnival rides and amusement park costumes
I can’t fall asleep here. the highway is rambunctious and the a/c is rattling. there’s too many hours for thought in each of my nights. I’m wondering who was watching me from the other side of the mirror while I was walking around naked. I need coffee. it’s free in the lobby. I don’t want to touch the tv remote. the moon is a deadpan voyeur. this isn't working. and I’m paying for all of this. one way or the other
(fravery.tumblr.com)
longing leads to agony leads to anticipation leads to greed leads to
fire in the field where my mind is naturally burning as leaves fall in a foreign language like
foreplay in bits of sweat and moan, diffusion of arousal rising up to a tongue as
curved as sex, as concave and salivating as drips hanging down on
momentum forward-thrusting from hush to plunge to deeper rhythms of
squeezing in and oozing out, as sated eyes lie grazing the length of
dreams, awakening, the dawn as soft as someday, once when
all the leaves becoming
are spoken to us
(gif from estantane.tumblr.com)
soften the sky one more time,
the concrete here is sallow and cold
a man sits in the alleyway
clutching his knees
singing made-up songs
, I know them
they are all too familiar
where the rats defecate
where the gutters release
where the dour dogs prime their bite
the faceless women, the passersby
drag their smiles on leashes
, I know them
they are all very similar
here in the lost-life hear the
undergrounds stirring, the
chameleons change from
green to gray
he is sitting, he is singing
he is rocking like a child
, I know him
he has been here before
(pinterest.com)
shall we ever build a house, with
backyard dreams and babbling brooks
between the wrens and sparrows, vines
entwining, earth and cosmos
that day, that day, shall we find a
home around us and deep within
(https://thomaskinkade.com)
sticking out like a brown banana in a yellow bunch
a leper in an orgy
a country song in Bangladesh.
I keep the embroidered linens folded neatly for company that never comes
the oven is always on preheat
the dog's been unusually neutered.
fetching a pail of synonyms for solipsism out of the old well
the black coffee on the table is stronger than most other days
I have fixations and fetishes, a car full of clowns.
where do birds go when they want to die
they can go anywhere
I want to be in the soft heart of someone who remembers me
(my photo)
I am satellite
I am orbit
I am zeal
the enticing mounds
the plush valleys
the luscious rift below
I am salivating anxious
I am directional hypertrophy
I am tremble and ache
then hovering to descend
then descending to peruse
then despondently drifting away
(image from NASA)
