complications and thick wet nights,
gowns of cold sweat,
the sticky walls of our low
rent apartments.
oh those long formative years,
oh these hot bothered nights
the wrong ending, again.
same start, same week,
desk, coffee, cereal.
waiting on nothing,
won’t someone write me a story,
good morals, strong characters
i’ll read it. soon.
–
tjq
light rays banned for shade,
bright bulb blunder
poly-porn foe,
i hated her smooth camel clutch
frothy touch
fucked up candy and backwards attitude.
but before she eats pie
pork
and pita bread sauced
ricey cakes were devoured by puddled up poonicorns
as they flew through
my bedroom wall.
–
dbr
