Monthly Archives: August 2017

Cats

I watch the cat roll in the floor, Licking herself Clean. Bathing in her own tongue Seems so sensually Efficient. I stroke her soft fur Afterward as she purrs, Delightfully. Her green eyes not once Looking into my own. No. … Continue reading

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Loathing

  Liken the language of love to the loathing of living. Make sense? About how hard it is to love – you know? And the times when simply breathing takes more life Than your listless lungs wish to muster. In … Continue reading

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Abrupt

I thought she’d love me as many times as I held her. Close, like the night, squeezing her side and pulling Her against my stomach and holding her there and kissing Her hair, while saying something soft and low against … Continue reading

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Talent

    Hey that mutherfucker cld make that guitar talk couldn’t he? I mean make that fucker screeeammmm. Toe it up man! Toe it up. One time I seen him play behind his back baby. I’m talking bout –  looking … Continue reading

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Monsters

I would like to know where love goes when the Monsters come out. All this talk of walking down by the river Watching the river boat captains steer big Barges tight against the deep channel, up the Heavy brown current … Continue reading

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