last days

Corpse bride in heated waterbed with control sous-vide. 

decrees proclaim PHD but he’s more pimp guiding my head down his shaft transference practice for John’s that gag reflex there is definite fixation on lab work a fetish for insurance form practice his mirror is his methodology centered in certification floor to ceiling embossed frames my mouth just another to flex and reflect full throated  he called it a slight adjustment twisted forced to gaze again at his peacock garden then back to the grand obelisk of recognition where there is no room for a wall I’m am pressed to share and juggle his balls simultaneously while I swallow all of it a yawn he’s bored tells me I’m special but couldn’t recap from his pretense of copious notes I waited it was all for him in the end of my session the RX simple with an edging of irritation to go to the ocean open my gulltet and scream

This is my ride, hitch-hiking. 

This is what might have happened when I went to the gas station. 

i·ci·cle

sun for moon

Digital Bike Ride

forest voodoo doli

Taking Action

I’m on TINDER. I’m on HAPPN. I’m unhinged. OK Fuckboy. 

Kenny was a slow learner. But a good boy. A marine. Sheila made him believe he was a pedophile. Then she murdered him. She took these pictures first. 

stuck injecting in a tiny trap house on a green island raining a jungle of cable internet a septic tank I run a maze grow bananas wait for delivery departure line up for my plastic sippy cup eat pancakes stack lion's mane Bromantane for breakfast nootropics family replacement new tropical smoothie maker I’m a prime member of the Amazon my work in the garden a duck pond an empty kiddy pool over it an antler bromeliad sprouting hunting trophy a certification of my triumph and the plot next to it? my head repatriated from my tail still moving

M I D D L I N G

I asked Katie if I could sleep over.   She was my best friend. When she got worms, I stopped going to the lavatory. Snakes, macaroni and cheese, even Spaghetti I quit. We would watch TV but mostly pretend. Walking each other thru various scenarios like a talking meditation. Or a practice. Pretend we bought an entire furniture store instead of a tiny mansion. Her brother Mark started dropping in after lights out wanting a back rub. Katie did it until she got tired. Then I Play-Dohed his shoulders. In the middle of the night with the ocean waving. He inched his fingers, touching me while I slept. When he tried to put something inside of me – from the center of him. I acted like I was waking up. He wanted our middles to touch.

Music for Cats..