Poetry

He doesn’t smile   I want him to smile   I want him to lie back and smile, Motionless   I want to suck on his genitals till it runs o...

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Crossdressers

They had cut us Limb by limb, They had hung us On the entrance Of the marketplace Flowing in the air was the scent of water Spring and us were sautée...

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Marketplace

Then, all of a sudden, we are here, perched on a frozen solid ground. Wind slowly whirls away, there is no rain, it only snows slowly down. Food is pl...

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We’re Here, All Of A Sudden

On 4:30 a.m., Morning is overwhelming . Water is heavy, over the riverbed body, there, on the Mill Dam . Beyond Margaret’s window, night lingers, lo...

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Building My Homes

I can’t be with-child, I told them. I’m a child; I’m only 3-years-old You’re 43, they said. Besides, you already have one. Oh, I said. Then, I...

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The Child Is 18

The woman in love has Eyes like saucers Jammed with quivering worms Blind of sight, her nostrils Sharp to smells of darkened corners Pale and warm, he...

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Lilith

  Eyes; turquoise Blue Lips; luscious Complexions; dark Thin, tall, leaning on; guys next-door are delicious   They walk down the block, a...

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Guys In The Neighborhood

  My lips are parched. Like my self. Oozing with a shy blood. .   Brutal shears trim blisters inside my head with a slow hand. . I retreat t...

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My Own Self

Trees are happy here, in the Owen Sound Rocks are happy here, Pallid-blue, pitch-black skies are both happy here Roads, inside the city, and the count...

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The Owen Sound

There’s a swift shift of the sheets on the bed in the other room . There’s been a heavy allquiet allnight in the other room . There’re footsteps...

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The Ritual