and gotta vent......


OkayWhore
I draw a drag among
dripping ashes
of my fourth cigarette,
remembering eyelashes
and goosebumps;
the loose humps of the
back seat, slipshod floor board.

Got bored after sex
and I smacked her up.
Smack like midnight snacks.
Like running heroin tracks.
Snacks like sex wax.
Wax like dolls.
Dolls like children play.
May cums flowers.
Hours pass by,
and I f*^ked April
in the shower.

It was my finger.

It was my fingers deep in your placenta.
Meant to be with rubber gloves.
Fact is, I never was in love.

no meanings.....just venting.....