Sex takes less than an hour,even with the best of stamina.In the time it takes to watch Mel Gibson pretend to save the Scottish,I could fuck you at least three times. Over ‘n done, over n’ done,that ain’t the way of it.I could fuck you three times,and it could be the longest three hours you’ve …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #496 (2014)
you’ve never smoked a cigarette after a sleepless night, watching the mist creep back into the trees. watching the haze slowly evaporate, to reveal nothing more. you’ve never stared tired and aching out a window into California mountains, gray skies and muffled blankets of snow, …
Untitled #494 (2014)
I was going to write you a love poem,<br/> but I’ve fallen in love before,<br/> and I’ve fallen out of love before,<br/> So I’ll just enjoy your company. — for what it is, for what it is.
Untitled #493 (2014)
I ain’t, ain’t the kind that gets addicted,she said,I can drive, get better at drivin’ when I’m like this,she said,flyin’ from heroin heights and salvia spurts,rockin’ her marijuana mellow, ‘n those sleep aid symptoms,pill poppin’ drink droppin’,she said, she said, she said,she ain’t the kind to get addicted,she ain’t runnin’ from,she’s just runnin’ fun. …
Untitled #492 (2014)
tall ‘n lanky legs,shadow slidin’ well worn paths,movin’ in the alien grace he stole without lookin’. Smokin’ packs of Cowboy Killers,drinkin’ red wine,‘n listenin’ to the Doors. I don’t think I ever met a man …
Untitled #491 (2014)
Three beers, and ain’t no one else awake.Time for a smoke, time for an ache. Learn to love you, maybe, probably, never.
Untitled #490 (2014)
Sometimes I stare at a page,it stares right back, and it wins, it wins, it wins.
Untitled #49 (2015)
At work, folks ask me “Is that Stephen with a ‘V’?” As they stare into my reflective gold enameled nametag spelling “Stephen” with the “ph” that’s been mine from birth. I dumb-smile nod and spit out the coinslot response they’re asking for, “no, it’s ‘PH’ like the Saint.”Of course, St. Stephen is sainted for being …
Untitled #487 (2014)
I’m in the spaces between seconds– –hiding from you, creep.
Untitled #486 (2014)
These California new-builts,they ain’t got those midnight noises,‘n it ain’t sleep if the house ain’t,ain’t singin’ you to sleep…
