122 2 2
|
Back in those days he still had the look of a frontman of an up-and-coming rock band, the one that promised to be the great revolution of post-rock-cum-shoegazing scene. Which meant blow jobs at the backseat...
|
74020
|
With nipples like those, rose-colored, we could have fed a nation!
|
1854318
|
The gesture is obvious and, at first glance, shocking. You want to dismiss it. You wish you could.
You never have.
|
6300
|
What is it that saturates the air between us, as almost nothing else? Beyond all forms, beyond believing. No tongue has soiled it, and no word has ever reached it, so far.
A soft rain falling outdoors in the night. I lay in bed awake while animals m
|
109111
|
We brought flowers for our dead lovers
|
5600
|
I stopped breathing when you came walking by on your sexual axis. Your body with its own inner control, calling out to me, even now. The soul was in your eyes. I could see it there. But the animal was in my body. And I had to tell myself, you can start br
|
9785
|
This time Jeremy spent a bit more money. His reasons were simple: he hoped he’d be less inclined to slam an expensive phone against the wall.
|
14221
|
Last minute women notice me and latch on, converging in narcotized spirals with blowjob smiles, old sunflowers twisting towards a fake light.
|
5033
|
But soon I am breathless, sputtering near fatal gulps of sea water.
|
116074
|
You're on the Ferris wheel, and the wind is blowing just a little bit, and the sky is invisible behind a wash of white clouds, and your little yellow box tips when you look down, down to the fairway swinging. In the boxes below grandmothers are shrieking …
|
5300
|
I remember you posing in the nude for me. And I posed for you, and it was something to remember me by. A snapshot, in the mind. I took off everything. I never stopped halfway. I was never a tease. Neither were you. And we were on top of each other freel
|
90106
|
|
114710
|
When Mt. St. Helens erupted, I knew that was the end of Bigfoot.
|
75300
|
The sexuality comes over us in waves. We need to hold things, someone. The women, the men, side by side, our features blending together. We notice the small curved lines at the corners of the mouth. We notice everything. And the animal is still inside m
|
892711
|
“It’s a dream. Relevance is relative. I don’t know.”
|
