2008 random back pack

it's tuesday at 2am and it's too late
to tell her
that heart aches are hurried
by hollowed love and affection
withheld
from a lover or stranger
no matter what
ends in tears
began a sigh
or a gesture
philosophies rendered
in lecture
our fictions
our volumes
of tomes burned
for different prospects
perception
or
a change in the diction
every word a
hurst proceeding
flowery verse
fractured by intent
or probably worse

sex

whisper to me slowly
with gentle demands
and subtle instructions
movement and stillness
nuzzle your neck
muzzled erect
carpet
in the dining room

no child left behind

save america

fuck a teacher

for the record

like some dirty trouser mind explosion
i cover my shame
awake
you rise from me erect
statuesque
brick broken cold
shit upon
for the record