Slurpee kisses amidst gravy embraces
comprise the entrees in your dinner menu

you don't know the angst of an angry
keyboard or the stab of repetition

your brain hiccups when I rant
about compulsion. Your sex twitching
and glistening as I verbalize frustration
over how hard living leaves me.

Right over your head (course you're kneeling
anywise) fly ejaculated phrases in feeble
attempts to capture a feeling.

You don't know nuthin about love
and loving you is all I know.

04/17/2014

Posted on 04/17/2014
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