a pm world

i d0nt kn0
what 2 say
d0nt u think
its time 2 play
d0nt u think
i d0nt kn0
i kn0 i cant tell u
i cant say i w0nt tell
i <3 u

theres n0thin m0re
2
say
d0nt u kn0
this is
a game
2 play
we
r here
al0ne
we
r here
playin the part
0f the f00l

its 0kay
its all a game
its
what i say
its the truth
its the lie
0n its
side

d0nt u kn0
d0nt u kn0

d0nt u kn0
d0nt u kn0

i am alive
i am here
i am the
truth
under
the sky
d0nt u understand

i am
i was
i will
b
underst00d

affirmation

exhaustion waits upon the eyes:

one venti:

SF
V
L
Room

or

one light blue can of
Red Bull
wakes the conscious mind
to serve the hordes of Epicurus
who gripe & moan as they lull
in idleness of suburban bliss

barista before the morning’s light
student until the close of day
lover in his bed at night

money
documented worth
sex

are these the values
of republican dreams?

Fore like Rome
Bacchus  & Logos forebode
socialism’s idle hands

they fall upon the hopes
of tomorrow
to strangle the future
in the methodology of
work
wages
& premiums

i pay my dues
i work my time
they keep me well

but where will i find the time
to discover whose vital spirit
lies behind the

cheap
white
plastic

which frames my name?

television
the media
has stolen my mind

who takes my soul?

when
too
will i loose

the reality of my religion?

Bitterness

Bitterness recalls the tender touch of his lips upon my thigh.

FULLY MATURED,

FINEST QUALITY,

BLENDED SCOTCH WHISKY stains the sleeve.

I hold the unwashed linen to my nose

and inhale the fragrant residue of passion

left uncured.

The shirt, forgotten,

tossed aside,

is a totem for the heart’s delight.

 

blue eyes

where are we

now that the sun has set

 

the cigarette that burns

is the heart in ashes

we are the tannic residue

of whiskey left untouched

 

i taste the liquor of your lips

i taste the sex of your cologne

smoky

ash

begotten cares

i taste you

 

 

liquor is the poison of the soul

sex is the sanctuary of the abused

hit me

hurt me

i long to bleed

i need to feel the pain in order

to hate

to love

to care

enough

to live another day

with or without

you

i long to hurt

alone

 

 

forgotten but abused

i am me

contusions

hide the lies

DNA

“Fuck that!”

said the boy,

while caressing his abs

& showing off his pride.

porn*

where

rentboys rise,

he is the envy of a culture’s eyes.

madonna

megalomania

is the passion of the

fool

dancing in his tears

on his mother’s

heart

 

 

plastic pay day loans

consume the love

that was the bond

between

child and mother

 

 

severed

by the shopping spree

and need

to buy

his affection

she lies down

in sorrow

depressed

like he

 

and dies

 

 

the bottle falls

her hand now free

sleep follows dreams

room 108

alone we slept in final rest

& so is how we live

sharing passions to no avail

we deliberate our will

 

side to side –we share a bed–

but our minds are ever apart

together –inside–

we are one

only to pull apart

 

shattered tears of pain recall

the sadness of your loss

 

one hour wrestled i remain

by the comfort of your side

 

such was how we began

& soon will come our end

 

one last passion –breaking in–

i leave behind

more than a kiss

farewell my love

a memory –forgotten–

 

a dawn immortal raised

 

love is a polaroid

discarded

tonight

in the darkness of september

i sat around and watched

there was nothing on the tivo

so i lied down and began a thought

a boy drove me crazy

in that dance of the lightning sparks

so i

envious of his apparel

namely the skin of muscled thighs

watched

him untouched by sin

in a fantasy of lust

 

so in envy

and a heated passion

i joined him on the floor

a dance we both began

but he scorned me

for want of youth

then i

returned the favor

through which

his curiosity repealed

his former choice of

remittance

and closer still

he drew

 

my back was turned

to his arrogance

i danced on with no regret

then he feeling

undervalued began to grind

against my growing heart

 

heat

 

…hand…

 

pulse

 

…touch…

 

scent

 

the glorious renditions of a memory relived

 

closer

he became

until our sweat ran flesh to flesh

the denim of the jeans

did justice to the aspiring eye

 

this ritual we repeated

until lust could hold no sway

and then

reaching out

to touch the forbidden

the spell was broken and he went away

 

i awoke from my touch

meandering thoughts of limitless potential

to remember

that tonight was friday

and the ritual was to be

repeated