oh, another lover blunder.
tie and gag me--
tear me asunder.

lest i need it more than twice.
lest i need it every night.

i just need the fear to go away.

bright and bushy--xenophobic.
rosieposie--count the clock ticks.

lest i want a little fight.
lest i like a little bite.

i just need the fear to go away.

golly, molly mae,
just get me through the day.

vium (part II)

i don't know what to do anymore.
"everything i thought" has been thought before.

if you sent me a message once, could you please resend?
i must have missed the call back when all my friends 
still came around.

the world's a great, big ocean--i forgot how to swim.
DEATH's that long, white staircase--i wouldn't dare ascend.

i wish i had a million bucks. 
i'd buy your expectations and i'd burn them up.

i'd give you every penny, if you swore to never ask me
what it is i plan on doing again.

cold change around the corner--itching like my skin.
i keep saying that i'm leaving but can't seem to say when.

summer seems in no hurry to leave the midwest.
we both know we should be moving on 
but we can't admit it.

i wish i had a million bucks. 
i'd buy myself a few more years to spend broke as fuck.

give me a million more evenings with my best friends
drinking on a back porch, laughing for the stupidest reasons--
back when we were all we needed and before
we each started thinking:

"oh, man--oh, man,
what the hell am i doing?"

sieve (part II)

cured and cultured,
varicose vultures,
AA coffee:
makeshift splints.

vodka limelight
full of:
hell-yeah-man-you're-so-right's
and
everybody's-gotta-get-it-where-they-can's.

fat-tongued lapdog,
your princess ate the frog
and now she's tummy swollen--
fetus sick.

blueeyed cocaine,
mascara smeared face--
you imagine her nubile hips
against your lips.

you just know that she cums so good.
you just know she touches where a goodgirl should.
you've got pornfetishpixilatedpaintings in your head.

so now the slowpace.
so now the whitewashface.
so now the: my-momma-didn't-raise-me-to-behave-like-this.

you paint the walls
in the halls
of my narcissistic brain.
i'm insane--
stay away--
every single thought deranged.

be on the floor
at my bedroom door--
my own personal whore--
beg me for more.
anymore,
i don't know what i was doing any of this for.

i confess,
i'm at my best
between the sheets--
G_D, what a mess.
your heaving breasts
against my chest--

andrew, fuck your entitlement

(somethinglikepoetry)