Monday, August 17, 2015

job's warehouse.

the underdeveloped pink-heart- reckless, but not
ignorant. merely
ignoring friction.

memories of church haunt- haunt, haunt, haunt. it's the ghost
of the mantra:
i am a bad person. i am a bad person.

no man is winning. the woman
fails to get him to win. i have a good heart deep down,

but it's inaccessible to the surface-seekers.
the needy cunt, that which is delightfully indulgent
in orgasm-wish, is what's stealing

the whole damned show.

the seat of the spine is worthless
without a dick to keep it upright.

this really was somebodies home once. someone really was
subjected to living conditions like this.