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  • Broken Blasted Bird

    May 9th, 2020
  • there ain’t no more love for sale

    May 9th, 2020

    june sucked on me hard enough to blister why you biting down so hard i sd june sd that she didn’t like me much so she wanted to leave a mark

    i layback and enjoyed it ‘cause head’s head and i knew it wd make her even more mad that I don’t care about blisters

    eat a bowl of fuck June sd as she rinsed off in the sink there ain’t no more love for sale tonight

  • I got off that day

    May 9th, 2020

    Behind me he leapt in jungle-mad pursuit

    The wilds of Nielsen Park a blur

    Baseball cards in spokes

    A discarded beer bottle led to bluebottle flies massing

    Stalking in formation, gathering strength as we drank

    Hard men, not my own, older, jagged hurtfuls

    The bush exploded as I leapt in antelope fear, my hooves a staccato

    He shoved me into the fence, heart pounding, his hand on my thin, thundering chest

    Sweat stung my fly-flicker lips as his maw stretched

    His thick club in roaring hand, his Sam Browne swinging

    I kneel down, thanking him for not arresting me

    I sucked a cop’s cock and got off that day

  • She Strokes Me With

    May 8th, 2020
  • Outlaw Limerick 1

    May 8th, 2020

    The gun thundered shut on its chamber

    The Farmer attempted to wake her

    Looking deep in the gun

    He tried a dry run

    And blew his head into the manger

  • Who’s Weak Now?

    May 8th, 2020
  • Bleep Blorp (2019)

    May 8th, 2020
  • Move To Deface

    May 8th, 2020

    Cast aside, Mi Amor

    You have broken my ashtray heart

    Now you, once cherished, I abhor

    Our love, a broken shopping cart

    Piled thick with memories soiled

    The hurt, lies, the disgrace

    Mine-blasted hours of treasure spoiled

    When next you move to deface

    I hope that you think more than twice

    Of our spoiled vows rotted with lice

  • Hail To The King (2020)

    May 8th, 2020

    Smelling the burnt rubber of his own bad luck

    Tito knew that Karla didn’t want him no more

    That she had found a new sugar daddy to fuck

    He was no longer the one she claimed to adore

    Stretched taut, tied tight

    To the underpass below Greenwich

    There was nothing he could do, say to make this right

    He waited to meet his replacement – the son of a bitch

    Binding straps held arms, legs and head

    Cicada ticking, a nightmare commentator

    Ink shadow emerges, liquid dread

    A last minute reprieve? An emancipator?

    The knife revealed, blade and tooth exposed

    Hail to the king, my heart and love deposed

  • I stumble bleary – Story 55

    May 8th, 2020
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