#A little whiskey won’t hurt.#ideally, it would be all [desperate hands, arched backs, ‘n stifled moans]a limited printing of my affection– –transitory #A little whiskey won’t hurt.# I love you the way autumn winds cradle a falling leaf, great and momentous between tree and ground, …
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Untitled #425 (2013)
I, I’m lookin’ for somethin’,I got this bone-rattle discord, shakin’, shakin’ on through me;‘n I can’t help but feel like that feelin’, like that feelin’ can be worked out through finger tips, ‘n heart-beat skips.but that’s just this bright buildin’ bruise of a hunger, I got rollin’ around in me, rat-rat-rattlin’ …
Untitled #43 (2015)
she has the long stride crosswalk hustle,she’s got them desert wind braced steps,‘n he’s got them mountain carved features,‘n she’s got tidal fingers, ancient slick, in ‘n out, force of nature,‘n those oak barked …
Untitled #419 (2013)
If you keep doing this to me,I won’t be able to do anything,but imagine you,and me,meeting the way a tornado meets the flood plain.
Untitled #420 (2013)
I want to send you pictures,that would make you feel the way you make me feel,but I doubt I could ever be that.
Untitled #417 (2013)
I can’t help but stare at your ass,I know it’s impolite,And I know I shouldn’t,but something, something,just keeps me staring at you.The things I wanna do.This isn’t as much of a poem,as it is a declaration of lust.You are ridiculously attractive.
Untitled #418 (2013)
You know,They’re all talking about how shit you are at the job,and I’m thinking about how intoxicating you smell.I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.
Untitled #411 (2013)
the elegant simplicity of a yellow VW bus– –running down a California highway, –horns in the background, resolution ahead.I’ve seen far too many indie styled movies with great, great soundtracks.want so much to know that shift, the moment when things start getting better,long shot in pastels, Freelance Whales, “Generator Second Floor”, sister hauling herself …
Untitled #412 (2013)
the taste of Whiskey on my lips Squirrel chatterin’ out the window at the rainstorm ruinin’ his day.soft breath against my back,curlin’ up in the aches of me, loungin’ in my crags ‘n along my thistles, what i wouldn’t give.the taste of Whiskey on my lips …
Untitled #40 (2014)
if i love you, even a little,it’s because i love you, even a little,and for no other reason than that. but the fact that your lips taste like bbq,doesn’t hurt, even a little.
