R.I.P Stephen Gary

let us pray as you cock cock cock your mane

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Love Poem on Theme by WhitmanI'll go into the bedroom silently and lie down between the bridegroom and the bride ( Read more... )

and as I sit quietly in the passenger seat, changing head direction from windshield to side window to rearview mirror in that rusty gas station, car lights glistening through the upper black, ... I think, this is life. life is that tail-light. life is that dark sky. it is that perfect smell, of gasoline, either you hate it or you love it. it is ( Read more... )

What was I thinking ?

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entering the eyes and the heart of another can be painstakingly happy. it's all in steps really: the first step is painful, it is wooden with blisters all freshly prepared to encounter clean, healthy skin. each blister is some sort of realization you were afraid to admit to yourself. then after your foot is infested with dark symbols, you're later ( Read more... )

it's like when all those red pedals that quietly snuck into your skin
turn black

Paintedpeople

if i could take a red lipstick
and drag it across the white walls
and powdered noses that the
pretty women sponge,
then maybe i could
scoop the desert sand
and fill the hole with water.