Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I watched an old beaten
homeless woman argue
with an invisible man
for two hours and I
swear I’ll never die again.
I wanted to lift her spirits to
the highest heaven and tell her
nothing was ever her fault.
I wanted to kiss her, and hold her,
and remove her oily sports bra
just as filthy as she was.
She wouldn’t need
no change with me, no sir.
Yeah I’d love to be her
invisible man.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Stalking
There is only murder in my mind, endless torturous cacophony silhouetting my most dismal imaginations. I want to fuck your mouth and bury you conveniently in my shit. I want to stab your asshole with my scissors until I ejaculate dizzily, moaning and heaving until dropping on my sweaty fat belly. When your corpse finally drains its last liter of swine blood, I’ll turn you over on your back and spread those cold purple thighs until I can see your whole gaping pussy; a perfect position to fist fuck the cum out of you faster than a firetruck.