The next morning

The sun creeps in over the hilly crest streaming through the open window. It kisses my eye lids and cheek. The soft velvet blanket cascaded across our naked bodies acts as a pathway to our souls. Our toes our barely touching as if it is the first time they've held hands,eager but cautious. His knees butt against mine as if they are shielding them from on coming blast. I thank him by elegantly flopping the head of my penis on to his recoiled scrotum. A smile arises through his thick amber beard. His belly scoots closer and grazes mine with the thick mane of hair stretching from his crotch on through his soft features like shrubs through a rolling plain. His eyes gently peel open, and a breath of soft air escapes his lungs and showers my face, a hint of the chicken parmesan we cooked the night before still lingers. I inhale deep. Our eyes met for the first time since I witnessed them quiver as he ejaculated across my back and gently drizzle on to my hair . "well hello there" he speaks. The excess skin beneath his chin rumbles gracefully. A single tear raises to my lid as I struggle to conjure words. "good morning Barry"

It has all come to this. Like I piece of used bubble wrap I search for another pop, another burst of hope hidden amongst emptiness. Useless. Like a carrier pigeon soaring through the dusk sky only to find there is no note, no string tied to my thin ankle. Alone I fall. Familiar smells mix in my mind tying tiny knots amongst my memories of you, tangled and knotted. No matter how hard I try to wash it all away, a little soap still gets in these eyes and a tear slips down my check. I turn the knob and step out cold, wet, and naked. I make a turn to face myself in the mirror. There is only fog. 

THE QUESTIONS YOU ASK IT

Where am I ? what happened? WHY? WHY? he said he wouldnt do this to me..WOULD HE? WHY is it so dark? WHY is that stupid BON JOVI song playing in the backround..OH GOD Im in his trunk..Why am I naked why are my hands tied together then tied to my penis..god the frayed edges are getting in my urethra. why is there a fluffy red nose shoved in my rectum and dried with blood HE wouldnt hurt me WOULD HE? HE DID MAKE ME THAT BALOON ANIMAL DIDNT HE? HE said he was a real clown, he showed me his Ringling Brothers certificate HE WOULDNT LIE? WOULD HE? WHY ARE WE STOPPED?  WHy DO I HEAR HIM CHUGGING WHISKY AND PASSING GAS? WHY IS THAT STENCH GETTING CLOSER? WHY IS HE STILL WEARING HIS CLOWN SUIT? WHY IS HE TICKLING ME and pulling my flacid penis? HOW DID HE FIT THAT NEVER ENDING NAPKIN ALL THE WAY UP MY ANUS? WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY TO HIM? WHY CANT I CRY? WHY IAM I LAUGHING TOO? THIS COULDNT BE THE MONSTER CALLED IT COULD IT BE?

i have slept. i have been awake. my eyes will never be shut.

i love. you laugh. we ponder. you sink and i drown. not even 

a fishing pole made of tears can lure you back to my florescent 

safety raft. our rafts have been made. of toothpicks. of twigs. of

my emotions. 

those words. oh god those words

"Karen! you cunt!". Oh god that feeling again. Mom and dad yelling. Everytime  my stomach turns into a pit of cherries. He tells her that a shoe rack is a terrible idea. he calls her those words. oh god those words. "dick fucker!". She cries everytime and so do I. I cover my little brothers ears and stuff a sock in his mouth so they dont hear. Last time they did sammy paid for it. No little boy should have to see that come out of his mother. poor sammy so young, so broken.We rock back and forth. I tell sammy its gonna be ok, though I know otherwise. I have to do something i jump up and grab my louisville slugger. I remember when dad gave me that bat he said if I didnt hit three home-runs he would "shove it up my mother's ass" god he doesnt lie. I run out the door and swing blindly I feel that bat hit something Yes I've done it. I look up . Oh no, He ducked, I hit mom. Her head was completely severed. The blood rained on to my fathers head he wiped it off his glasses and proceeded to choke me. We fell to the floor. I saw sammies eyes under the bed he was vomiting. Those eyes were the last thing I saw my father spit on me as he squeezed harder I felt a pressure behind my eyes. They exploded out of my skull now darkness. I take it in with embrace. I see my mothers eyes iam finally home. "Mother I love you."

Weightless thoughts

As my wings spread across the sky I think of you. I smell the autumn in the wind, I taste the earth cutting into my tongue. Sand spreads across the beach of life, bittersweet sparkles in the night. I am every fish, you are every bird. The sun warms, gravity returns, and every atom vibrates. Protons and electrons sing as we enter into the sky.

forecast: gloomy

the rain trickles wet on the windshield, it is wet. the sun is hot, and so are you. You are the reason for the reason of this reason...of this cassette tape.

walking life

Stefan is wondering why lifes shoes hardly fit..but the walk is so long..your toes are your friends and they all have rings except one...who are you..life?

meadows of distain

Dillon is walking through meadows of distain, the sun is the soft side of the pillow, which graces me after long travels...the goose ponders at the weeping willow? 

 together we weep penis erect..nipples defaced we stand broken no consequence for misery. Touch me wont you? I feel my heart beat once,twice,three times, your there but so far in the mist i can't see you through it accompanied by the billowing smoke of my marlboro ultra light. Your motioning with your hands a triangular form. I think maybe its a pigeon or a mountain, but ill just call it alarm.

Hello  friends, 

  Together me and my writing companion Dillon have compiled some of our favorite poems, short stories and general writings over the years. They speak of love, happiness, heart break, disaster, mal nutrition and celestial movement. Dillon and I often ride our tandem bikes to the shore and marvel in the vast existence we occupy. He sings and as I play triangle. Together we compose passionate works of literature..enjoy