This isn’t about what I thought it would be about

I remember you
Brown blur baronet
Dewdrop heavy bangs
Heaving after some tennis
“Feel it,” you bro’ed, “try me”

You and those guys with
Letters on your coats

Jack in the Boxes scare me
Elusive lusty predators
Not for me, man
I’ve got my
Hand

Cards are closing

Trustworthy, teething
Yes, seething, butter
Bitter root, nettles
Screaming soap
I want you so
Bad, but I
Never

I will sniff my diners
To make sure they
Ate what I have
Falsified as
A meal

Needs more detergent

Scar, see? I have a zipper
No seamstress that day
So, I put on a jacket
Walked right past
Your blue traps
God, those
Peepers

Kill me
Even now

Please, the crank is rusty
You won’t astral travel
It only goes this far
I will, god, I will
How did
You
This old you
New my lips

Making me beg
Please don’t leave

The sheets have airbags
Will break a neck like mine
When we collide our fast walls

Fucking liars
We undress
Each other
Strapped

On the Go belt line
Neither hither nor
Fro, forgotten are
Loaded nuptials
Hiding in terror
To blow their
Brains out

Kingdom Come

Matter mortar pestilence
I saw a slug under the brick
Festering with its cute larvae

Bring me the can of oil

1 thought on “This isn’t about what I thought it would be about

  1. Geez, this is amazing. I’m sure you’ll get whatever you want from whomever you want writing like this. Here are some favorites:

    “Feel it,” you bro’ed, “try me”

    Trustworthy, teething
    Yes, seething, butter
    Bitter root, nettles
    Screaming soap

    Your blue traps
    God, those
    Peepers

    Kill me
    Even now

    How did
    You
    This old you
    New my lips

    We undress
    Each other
    Strapped

    I saw a slug under the brick
    Festering with its cute larvae

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