“Hot Palumbo, oh my my! You really caught this blindman’s eye! (Repeat x2) Your bulk and brawn Really turn me on Woah… those goblet squats Got me…… Read more “Blindman’s Eye”
Hearts and Thumbs (WIP)
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 (WIP)”
Pretending (WIP)
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 (WIP)”
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”
When the Cheeto Dust Falls
When the Cheeto dust falls, fleecing everything in sticky orange, that’s when we’ll feel the punchline to this joke full force and forever double over. Harrrr harrrr hurrrrrr . Throw the baby out with his father… and we’ll stay here spinning high up in the air… and we’ll ALWAYS land on the same sides with […]
