down in me

glazed gazing at the hollows of her thighs
I thought about the places where the body folds
and eats itself
where cream breast
meets rib
hollow points, shallow

places we want to see and have seen and not be seen for jerks
places we want to touch and be touched and not be taken for rides

dark meeting sincerely
you push
I cave
I push
you burrow
you laugh
I quiver
you shake
I come

boys and girls of all colours and sizes size me up to stand down and
I need them to strike me soon
I need to be felt outrageous

She came over all trailer-trashed
glassy-eyed, flip-flopping
tube of Prep H and a bottle of Diet Coke in her
cheap chipped red nail-polish hands.
Rub it in for me will you daddy?
Course I will darlin’
hop on daddy’s lap.
She didn’t hop so much as he
grabbed her meaty waist and flung her over.
Daddy’s gonna make it all better
licked his thumb and forefinger and
rubbed them over her wrinkle swollen hole.
No daddy, I’m sick! she squealed,
I’m sick daddy.
Alright darlin’ settle down.
He squirted the cold gel
she squirmed from the cold gel.
Thank you daddy.
He swatted her away
slurping at the Coke bottle
looking at him sideways.

Bitch, what have you got to be sorry for

with your glazed doughnut skin

and your pink lemonade cheeks

chocolate fondue hair cascade

down green apple shoulders

so sweet

you sicken me

all those dips

to run my tongue over

I’m sorry

I started to bitch you out

and I intended to press on

before I got distracted

by the bouncy red gummi bears

you flap for lips

You’re such a lovely boy,
      so serene, so soft, well-spoken.
The darkness in your eyes,
      so well kept
      below the
      surface.

You’re such a lovely boy,
      so calm, soft focus, so cheery.
The pain behind your stare,
      so well swept
      under the
      rug.

What’s such a lovely boy
      doing here, amongst the ruins?
The place such lovely boys
      do not tread:
      amidst my
      skirts.

with cock in satin and a letter to an ex-boyfriend that will never be posted I am all these lonely stalkers at night and we are all just lonely lovers who can’t love each other oh god oh god so sad so sad you should fuck me

Just you know
pretty hard like

Touch me, touch me, touch me
please touch me
there and there and there
don’t stop
okay stop

Again
slower
slowly
no, no
yes, yes
NO
Okay, yes
Yes
Yes

Please don’t let me
disappear

with your fingers
crushed between
the folds of my labia
my body exists
on this mortal plane

Without prodding
I am thoughts
disembodied words
and much of nothing

Go away
I have a headache
from stunted creativity
and emotional
overindulgence
and cooler stuff besides

Do you still love me?

“I’m being funny again,” I laugh.
With the seriousness of the world,
At my shoulders.
I can barely walk today:
My legs are immovable sandbags,
But I shrug and clear my throat.
“You yield to me,” I sing.
A touch too loudly.
A hair too painfully;
A galaxy of too much aching fun.
The world in all its seriousness,
Crumbles at my giggling back.
No time for hysterics now.
No time for you,
Because -
There’s beer to be drunk,
Songs to be sung,
Women to be made love to,
Clichés to embody,
Tautologies to spew,
Pretensions to pretend to.
Et cetera to proffer,
People to fuck,
Lies to lie,
Fools to be made to look foolish,
Lives to live.
Families to watch die.

Cat piss and cunt ass-lickers
Those bitches don’t like me
That’s okay
Nobody wants to read about
Bullshit and banana muffins
I’m not writing it
I’m taking the boys
To town
Tonight
Picnic under the stars
In my best dress
And you
Off my checkered blanket
Pimm’s spit spray
from my mouth to yours

You know I love you
With your hand squeezed tight
Between my legs

They know I love them
With their skin, faces tight
Unwashed, unhurried
I skitter
down
anxiously

You know I love you
With your fists wound tight
‘Round my neck

Blood-suckered, angered
Hollow, following
unknown something ideals
Marxist, socialist
Take a shit-ist
We don’t care-ist
They know we love them

Alice, she’s so pretty
Walk a little ways away
Then come back
See you move, Alice
Your name’s been used, Alice
Like you were used, Alice
How long’s it been, Alice?

Alice, she’s a surfer boy
Writhing on flesh waves
Alice, don’t walk away from us
You know you like
Our heavy press junket
Heavy breath
In the backseat of your father’s
Rickety, old Mazda Miata
Fuck him.

I like ‘poems’
‘cause they can
be short
and you can be
easily fooled
into reading one

Blood is a highly specialised circulating tissue
Blood is a song by a British Indie rock band
Blood is the fluid which circulates
Blood is an album released in 1991
Blood is the liquid containing red cells
Blood is the third episode of the second season
Blood is a bi-monthly medical journal
Blood is essential for life
Blood is a substance that nourishes; moistens
Blood is a 2001 album
Blood is the fluid connective tissue
Blood is a symbol of truth and loyalty
Blood is sacred oaths
Blood is a PC game
Blood is the red fluid in the body
Blood contains the power of life
Blood is the red liquor that circulates in bodies of animals
Loss of blood can indicate loss of love