Remnants
16th July 2009A pretty brunette with eyes like late afternoon golden suns on a planet that has two suns set in a peachy expanse of heaven.
I came back to tell you how much I loved it but you were gone.
I spit disease.
I’m tired of propping you up like we’re in a shitty eighties movie.
I’m tired of thin-lipped brunettes waxing pretty and making me agitated.
They don’t know what they’re talking about.
I would spank myself, but I don’t like the feeling of my skin against my palm.
But I like the feeling of my palm against my skin.
And I like the feeling of almost too drunk.
But I don’t like the feeling that comes next.
Just kind of waiting, waiting. And sleep is the cut off of waiting for brief hours until you wake to wait again.
16th July 2009 at 4:47 pm
okay. we really have to fuck now.
17th July 2009 at 5:43 pm
i’m with xtx. let’s have some hot stinky horse fuck shit.
fuck it. i’ll put a broom stick in my asshole or something.
let’s get decadent.
18th July 2009 at 5:22 am
I do not think is decadent at all. It has lots of style the poem, the way it is written is so good. Makes me wanna kill myself but not in a decadent way
18th July 2009 at 11:18 am
xTx: Oh, my dirty little temptress …
Jereme: What is this? Give Ani blueballs day? And how did you know broomstick up your ass was my top Jereme masturbation fantasy.
Mariana: Thanks, Mariana. Don’t kill yourself, though. Not yet, anyway.
18th July 2009 at 12:12 pm
I really think people should stop writing such abject filth in Handy Smiff’s comments ‘box’.
Firstly, because that’s my job.
Secondly, because there might be impressionable children reading. (Unlikely, I know, but it could happen - my six-year-old nephew is a big fan of Dine In Me, and has learnt some of his best ‘sex words’ from reading its posts.)
21st July 2009 at 2:18 am
Handy Smiff hearts An Unreliable Witless. [Oh and sorry about your nephew but it’s for the best really.]
1st August 2009 at 11:27 pm
As always, an inspiring use of words. Wish blogs had been around when I was a young’un…