i'm beginning to wonder if there is any cure for my underpants blues.

i'm tired
looking for ways
to make things interesting
put a new spin
tug in my direction
doesn't change much
end up
feeling sick
wanting to sleep
painted foolish
pitied
passed

OKAY I GET IT

I GET IT

(This is not creepy or stalker-ish)

Oh dreamy back office man..

(I know your name, but "back office man" is just so much more poetic, don't you think?)

Do you notice that I don't look you in the eye?

(due to low self esteem/ohcrapmyhairISinmyface/cantrememberthelastTimeIappliedlipgloss/thereisprobablysomethinginmyteeth)

Such a shame you are gay

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my matress is my kingdom

and i'm looking for a loyal subject

vascilating between the desire

to scream so loudly
that it tears my throat bare
to reach over my shoulders
pull the skin off my back
and hurl every sticky word
far from my body.

or to cover my mouth
and close my eyes

it completely wreaks of words, I know you don't know.

the house was unbearably hot last night, so i slept all night on the porch, the dampness from the air soaking into the sheet that was wrapped around me. even in the city, a time comes when the only thing to hear are the crickets chirping in the yard, and snakes rustling in the bushes- and the occasional drunk mumbling to himself as he stumbles ( Read more... )

i can see that we could have a life together if from time to time you would kiss me even when my breath is bad, if you respond to my call with "yes my pet", and if you could let me slay you each autumn.

Can you smell it on me?
It's my new perfume
it's called "Desperation and Regret"

I've been working on it for years.

A distinctive sinking feeling has come for visit, and no matter what angle I tilt it at, I just can't seem to find the source of the leak ( Read more... )