I got a plastic twat in my plastic hips reinforced in Teflon. Drive it on in… mon… c’mon in… my fish is always snapping for your phishing…… Read more “How Frappe Mocha (WIP)”
Blindman’s Eye (excerpted from Lyrics Written Sans Songs)
“Hot Palumbo, oh my my!You really caught this blindman’s eye! (Repeat x2)Your bulk and brawnReally turn me onWoah… those goblet squatsGot me twistinAll night long!I feel like…… Read more “Blindman’s Eye (excerpted from Lyrics Written Sans Songs)”
Hearts and Thumbs
I push the heart for your symmetrical face I tap the thumb for your sticky buns I finger the star for your story I bop the blushy…… Read more “Hearts and Thumbs”
Pretending
We can pretend that the air between us isn’t poisoned. That this ground isn’t crumbling. We can cocoon our failure in beneficent illusion… lace up these wounds…… Read more “Pretending”
The Bishop Needs Skin (WIP) (Excerpt)
Frater Phalanx is chewing on the end of his ferula, deep in thought and mesmerized by the floaters squirming in his one good eye. His household prefect,…… Read more “The Bishop Needs Skin (WIP) (Excerpt)”
Mummy Breath from the Crypts of L.A.
Lost insurrection Brave the inspection Lock tight fit Sealed fist grip One on another, we aren’t brothers. but— we’re one of us— separate and dependent. crippled cash…… Read more “Mummy Breath from the Crypts of L.A.”
Forgotten
halogen headlights from above puncture your eyes open and the stinking wind down the channel slams them shut again you’re awake now and you can’t remember your…… Read more “Forgotten”
