More or Less

it fell out like this..

less talking,
more
fucking,

less sleep walking,
less thumb sucking
less trash on the tongue,
more fucking,

less fucking
more acid on the tongue
more bag o’ dicks sucking
more sleepless mumbling
more tummy rumblings

fucking,
more
less talking,

more hugging
more loving.

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Curbside Treasure

a ramble inspired by a photo of a tossed out couch taken this morning..

your trash is my
eye’s pleasure,

and my ball’s still
wound dizzy to her
bungee tether,

don’t laugh, but i wear
my coat n’ rubbers
these days, even
in cloudless
weather,

for you never know
where and when next
flood will hit..

and I’d hate to
waste all this sexy
rain gear

i paid too much
for it.

image: https://www.golocalprov.com/news/award-winning-illustrator-joins-golocals-political-coverage

Caught Me a Pigeon

then caught a light sneeze..

first dawn ever
spent fishin’
,

i caught me a
sea pigeon,

that lunged too low
for fish as fish reached
sky for the holy
worm,

in yet another of
mind’s acyclic
storms,

rod snapped and found
home on ocean’s
floor,

ok, ok..

first dawn ever
spent fishin’

i almost caught me
a sea pigeon,

as for the cold as i
hit land, well..

that’s another
thing.

and i “achoo!”
at you, like noses
in spring
.

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/boy-fishing-jane-fullerton.html

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poetry

i most love to climb
her poetry,

and rest my bones
on its uppest
branches

i laze in most grateful heap
dusted with fire ants,

chilled by trill of
wounded chickadees.

and watch on as one by one
word balloons float by
core of a mighty
sun,

i slip and fall each
time i fail to
grab one,

i love to climb
her poetry,

and do hope it holds
some affinity
for me.

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image: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PH_qYlxTOvE

Game On.

lost boy’s at it again
winning games
for no gain..

cozying up to a loaded
table with the other game
boys with lost
brains.

on stage where eyes like
to play their own
games,

true motives rarely
on display

cards get spilled, hard
feelings sway
,

and at the twinge of
first slur dealt,

“swish, swish” go
the blades
.

image: https://comicsverse.com/lost-boys-and-found-destinies/

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Stage Fright

tie’s cut off at
the neck,

lipstick lacquered
thick as thighs

with flip of wispy
hair and a hard
tuck down
there,

hold on, i’ll be
right there!

those tits, what tits?
they’re a slight tho
healthy pair,

and they fill up bra’s
lacy black cups but
mostly with
air,

s’ok, really..

it’s all in how
they wear.

image: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2013/11/25/the-mirror-has-two-faces

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