you climb onto me,
and suck me into a rich
kiss, deep and dirty.
when your hands clench my
thigh, white prints are left behind
on skin ruddy with
burst capillaries.
it forms a map -- "i can read
my future in your
leg," you whisper
when you finally release your
hands. i feel relieved.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
passive aggression
when you interrupt
me, dear, it makes me feel like
i'm unimportant.
now you are in the
dog house and know it, so you
kindly offered
to pick up toilet
paper and poop bags. even
Steven ? i think not.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
nothing's for nothing.
sometimes when you use
a cat as a heating pad
you think "TERRIFIC !
A FREE HEATING PAD !"
then you remember all the
money you have poured
into organic
kibble and sustainable
kitty litter, and
so you shake your head,
reminded that there's no such
thing as a free lunch.
a cat as a heating pad
you think "TERRIFIC !
A FREE HEATING PAD !"
then you remember all the
money you have poured
into organic
kibble and sustainable
kitty litter, and
so you shake your head,
reminded that there's no such
thing as a free lunch.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
lola goes for a swim
then she shakes herself
she's heavy -- big for her age
and her thickness sways
in perfect phase shifts,
periodic and fluid
nose-to-tail movement.
the sun is shining
as each water droplet is
released on its
magical journey;
individually they
are tiny crystals
but together they
form a rainbow spray, soaking
foreign onlookers
Friday, September 10, 2010
tickle, tickle
pickle,
sickle,
george dickel,
costs a nickel,
tickle tickle,
she's so fickle
chortle,
chuckle,
honey suckle,
brass knuckles and belt buckles,
huckleberry,
cranky cuckold,
tuck old tissues in my sleeves
sickle,
george dickel,
costs a nickel,
tickle tickle,
she's so fickle
chortle,
chuckle,
honey suckle,
brass knuckles and belt buckles,
huckleberry,
cranky cuckold,
tuck old tissues in my sleeves
Thursday, August 19, 2010
an afternoon by the East River
"the water's been clean
lately, surprisingly so."
he's in it, knee-deep.
i watch from a safe
distance; squinting, skeptical.
his feet plunge into
muddy sand, making
sucking sounds each time he lifts
them, breaking the seal.
a boat's wake rushes
ashore and my sissy dog
skuttles away quick.
i manage to pick my
feet up (onto my rock-seat)
just in time, thank god.
"what just floated by ?"
"hm. a condom or dead fish ?"
"don't give it much thought."
we share nervous laughs
as i brush myself off and
slip my shoes back on.
lately, surprisingly so."
he's in it, knee-deep.
i watch from a safe
distance; squinting, skeptical.
his feet plunge into
muddy sand, making
sucking sounds each time he lifts
them, breaking the seal.
a boat's wake rushes
ashore and my sissy dog
skuttles away quick.
i manage to pick my
feet up (onto my rock-seat)
just in time, thank god.
"what just floated by ?"
"hm. a condom or dead fish ?"
"don't give it much thought."
we share nervous laughs
as i brush myself off and
slip my shoes back on.
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