Blogged by J. as Uncategorized — J. Sat 18 Oct 2014 3:34 pm

asphalt Sunday
glory bleeds back into morning
I soak
my aching cock
in her tub
waiting on pizza pie, sucking
on her good wine
until she buzzes.
I open the door, she
opens her legs
slinging her arms
lets me grind
my razored heart
against her perfect cunt
her drunken soil mouth
her fascist soul
until I am man enough
to smoke a cigarette
without a rivet of nausea and tears
driving the blood-red battleship
like a slow practice for suicide
staring thru the massive glass
of the beasts windshield, staring into the twin miracles
of strange trim
and tomorrows sun.

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