I mentioned
a minor
transgression,
a bit of
petty
thievery,
the kind
you wouldn’t
be attacked for
in a video game.
I said to her
“I’m a bad person.”
She replied
“Not because of that.”
I’m pretty sure
she
understands
me.
Tag Archives: Poem
Knees
I don’t know
what it is
about absence
that’s supposed
to make the
heart grow
fonder,
but
I do know
that I want to
cuddle
for hours
and gently pull
your knees
closer to me.
Vessels
“Technically,
you aren’t
our problem.
You’re
Mike’s problem.
Must be
you’re more
than he can handle.”
I was told this today.
By my mother.
I like to claim that
I’m a big enough problem
that I cannot be
contained by any
simple
human
vessels.
Bang bang…
Personally,
I plan on
going out
with a bang.
Ideally
in as
many ways
as possible.
Bang me?
Please?
On my mind
I think
it is
a truth
universally known
that women are
far superior
to kiss.
You don’t need
to worry about
sandpaper kisses
or frames of fringes.
A woman
makes a
better lover,
well versed
in the systems
and
pressures
of pleasure.
So,
not tonight dear,
I’ve got
other things
on my mind.
Yes or no?
Will there
EVER
be a day
where you
can stop
gargling
your own cock
long enough
to listen
to someone else’s
opinion,
or are you
eternally sworn
to be
so far up
your own ass
that it’s kinda
hard to tell,
since your posture
looks
fairly normal?
Can you tell
that I like
phrasing questions
in such a way
that neither
yes nor no
will be a
flattering
response?
Polyamory
The pneumatic
and the old,
the fragile
and the cold,
it seems like
polyamory
is just an
exiting new way
to disappoint
more lovers.
People seem to
misunderstand it,
reading it as
sexual overtones
and undertones
when it
might just be
loving moans.
Blows
I feel
the impact
of my words
in my wrists and
lower back and
when I take a break
and look at the stars
I hear a screeching
either of dying
or of killing
or of trying desperately
to do a little of both
and I try not to
take it personally
as a sign
or an omen
while I
hear my name
reverberate in
each yell and
hammer blow.
Devices
I’m Mac,
iPhone,
And nook.
He’s nothing,
Tracfone,
and comic books.
You’re PC,
Android,
And Kindle.
He’s Beaglebone,
Arduino,
and Leonardo.
It may be
best
if we are left
to our
own devices…
Big fan.
Spray some
WD-40
through a fan,
see how quickly
you can learn
the meaning
of regret.
Cuff your
oil spritzed shame
against the wall
and chastise
your
poor
decision making skills
while I laugh
oh so slowly
and sweetly
and call the
kettle a
nice
modern
stainless
steel.
Rexicorn 