arrow to the knee

i cried the whole day
between flashes of big cock
and rubbing my mouth against
his enormous bulge in those tight red boxers
i cried thinking of lovely conversations and lively
sweet exhilarating kisses and your laugh
the way he could not laugh
play like a seasoned man
and not a prickly boy

poetry

this is tortuous
willing myself not to talk to you
about crying or rose wine or last night's boy
or anything at all

my red finger marked ass

your monster hands are eating me
strong green monster eyes
eating me alive
every time
i look
down

alone in the kitchen

crying over the zucchini
crying over the mango
crying over the watercress

rum-com

imagine we met years earlier
but i was older than you
this time i was beautiful
a bit wild not imposing
you were working at the winery
and i wanted to drink your
hard liquor
imagine just for a second
that everything was different
but nothing had changed
it would be me riding you
kissing you hard on the mouth
your youthful puppy face
with all the baby fat
i would worship you
loser boy lover man
imagine you and me
i will imagine it too

first visit

i will forever love
your pasty skin
and mangled face
you look like an
angry, hairy newborn
bloodshot pink and
lovely in my arms
yet knowing i will
soon break you
makes you almost
too fragile to be held

but the plants are growing splendourously

why am i always hungry
i ask
as i eat
less and less
every day

my invisible friend

oh boy
you've got me so mad
i even thought
bout breaking my favourite cup


oh boy
sometimes i'm just bored
but now is not one of those times
you've got me hot and bothered

oh boy
you thought it all through
you broke me down
and threw me

life aquatic

there are plenty of fish in the sea
being slowly poisoned by
micro particles of
plastic

august night

the crickets are cricketing
the storm is storming
i play a play
yo do you

death consumerism

how self absorbed do you have to be
to sport the idea that

the world doesn’t exist until we look at it

FULLY
          AUTOMATED
                                 LUXURY
                                               GAY
                                                       SPACE
                                                                   COMMUNISM
                                                                                         Goodbye

gentleman prefer blondes

big blonde jawed shark
you can eat me whole
bite chew swallow me
you big big brute
tower over me and
possess me

scared

i was never very good at anything
i was just sufficiently drunk
no to care

adolescence

there's something sordid
about furtively leaving
in the dead of the night
away from the house
i've wanted to build
from the home i've broken
and surreptitiously
waddling back into
my grandma's house

heaven

a sea of aborted fetuses
sticky spongy red blobs
soulless but in the lord's
arms

the cake was alcoholic: poison

i'm sorry i've killed you
when i was grieving my mother

eat pray love

the white heroine
saves all the poor
i can't even describe them
i'm as privileged as her
the poor ethnic people?
she... saves them?
and then...
maybe she figures out
she has to save herself
by this "helping others" thing
so she goes to whatdafayacallit
orientalize it all you want
and she's still afraid
of love of course
of loving herself
to fall in love with someone else
cause that's why you love yourself
to be able to fall in love
right?
but this white maybe a little brown
hot sexy latin if that's better with you
this figured out fuck boi
comes to save her
and inform her
that she's not letting herself open up
to loooooveeeeee
well fuck love

(they get together by the way
but i feel it really doesn't work)

enano

en esta multitud de cuerpos
el único que busco
es el tuyo

todos los tigres van al cielo

bailar es gracia
la gracia es debilidad
la debilidad
es
fuerza

incapacitated

i want me a tall boy with lean arms
i want me a stocky asian woman (md student)
i want me a scottish lad with a strong jaw
i want me a surly anorexic long haired girl
i want a jesting, flirting bissexual blond

what i truly want
you
but
i
can't
get
you

ache

i hurt myself
dancing
but i hurt more
quiet

three poems and a funeral

please don't do anything for me
i wouldn't have done alive
don't publish my poems
don't cherish my life
don't fucking
love me

post mortem

i'm not
by any chance
worthy of being written of
in fact
don't let this silly
nostalgic people
write remembrances
on my fucking
facebook wall

requiem

all you may write of me
will never do me honors
i am sick fuck
lone creep
despicable
little thing
tiny bits
of me
all
i'll
ever
be

it is what it is

this is it
i have died
unknown
all alone
looking
at this
white
low
wall