Don’t Give A Hoot

I Dream Of Flying

We thread our fingers together and I smile as you and mom swing all our arms backward and count to three slowly before shouting jovially “Weeeeee,” as you send me high into the sky.

I come back down, and realize I’m not a child anymore, and you’re never going to hold my hand again. You’re never going to lift me high again.

You both feel it’s your job to plant me firmly in the troposphere, my dreams forgotten.

I sit alone in this baker’s oven of a bedroom, my skin slick with sweat and my mind thick with hatred and loneliness.

Haven’t Written Much Since 2010

I just imported a bunch of nonsensical poems. Yay.

I haven’t been able to write creatively for a while, now.

The desire is there, but I feel like my brain is mushy.

I’m posting this in case any of my old friends are still on the notification list. I guess I’m going to try to revitalize this site, link to some of my publications, etc. IF I’M NEVER A FAMOUS AUTHOR I’M GONNA GO OUT LIKE DYLAN THOMAS!

Tender Loins

The landlady’s lips engulfed her husband’s cockroach
And she never heard his approach
Until his breath swept up her bloody-booger nostrils
Her lacquered fingernails raked his forearms, sending chills
Up his spine straight to his groin.
“Honey, I’ve cooked that tenderloin.” she whispered seductively.

Just A Dream

Your Lips are a lake of despair and dismay
as I see the emotions play
upon your face.
I wish I could leave you here
without another fear
in this dreamlike place.

Donor

You bow before my trembling body,
feeling your way through the wasteland
I always seem to create.

I listen for your heart’s rhythm,
My soul knows it so well.
We float upon the sunlight’s disguise.

It’s a shifting world we make tonight,
where bodies heave and breath is fleeting,
As two forms mate.