fetish

you like me best when i’m your fetish pinup board:

passive, smiling when you tell me to,

hymen-ready-to-bleed chaste, blonde,

brunette, ebony, asian, white but with a tan

even to my nipples and pubes, tattooed–

a playboy bunny or a treble clef just low enough that

i will tug down the waistband of my jeans

when you insist i show it–, pierced naval and labia,

milf, stepsister, babysitter, nurse, dominating,

punishing, bitch, whore, slut, cunt with a cunt.

gore

we sifted through the gore of my spilled guts

only to thrust the slick soiled bowel and sinew

back into my cold hollow

disappointed

 

Parabolic

i miss that country where snow doesn’t melt
but instead falls up into clouds swollen with evaporated ocean mists,
where leaves return to bare tree limbs from wherever they’re blown
and grow smaller as summer’s humid haze works toward its birth mother’s
spring rains, and where orchards of pollinated apple blossoms are virgin again

waste

I knew a bohemian when I lived in the city. Her name was Mara. She was a barista at a local café and she believed only in entropy. Like coffee beans breaking down to grounds to chemicals to waste, she told me. I liked sleeping at her place while I was living out of my car and looking for a house because she didn’t own furniture or even carpet or curtains. Only a mattress, sheets, clothes, and food. I liked her crumbling sheetrock and missing floorboards. Sometimes I miss her even though I know she doesn’t miss me.