Shiny Shoes - July 06, 2008

You and those shiny shoes,

golds and blues,

the intricate hues 

of the debutant muse.

In the endless expanse 

of the lost Losing queues,

you've ignited the fuse 

and burned down the clues;

Oh, you're skipping your dues

and you've missed all the cues

so you're easy to bruise,

and you've fucked up your ruse

feeling with faith

the farce of their 

fine feathered coos

and again it's you

you abuse.

And again it's you

that they use.

Saturday Morning - June 05, 2008

Saturday morning.

Or, was it afternoon?

The sun keeps chasing me,

table to table, in this cafe.

I have things that I could do

instead of fretting on thoughts of you.

Saturday morning

like paralysis.

I drank my coffee as cars pass.

They have places to go.

What do I have?

Where are my dreams?

Somewhere under my Saturday morning

clouds of confusion...

I'm sure.

Dissonance - June 05, 2008

Whispers like spider legs.

Your cum is dripping from my tongue.

You'd do 'incredible things' to me;

Like every other one before you?

Overpower me.  

Tie my eyes in knots

and stretch my fingers

backwards, sideways,

around and under.

Spiders, sulking slyly across

my fragile chest to my broken neck

to flit upon my ears.

Careful not to bite; 

Please, careful not to kill.

Your cum covers me like spit and sweat,

the vagrant in the spider's web,

this scream I can't define.  

The mustard blood

that oozes through the puss of

all of the things I said I wouldn't do.

Your cum upon my tongue

like smoke inside a lung

the broken ladder's last uneasy rung.