October 27th, 2006

The tyrannical
prominence of PS2
and the inviting lull
of unwashed living room
cushions
reveal the ennui
of late afternoon.
As our minions slay
grotesque Ninjas and spew
bile mantras on pixelated crap,
I explore the unchartered
zones of skin and sin.
Vanilla and hot-rodded
Serotonin.

October 7th, 2006

Like the toasted flour

on the surface of your favorite

Chicken Joy,

I crumble

as I see you slowly

drift away.

It’s not the union of skin

or the ecstatic amalgam of

sperm and sin.

It is way too complicated.

It’s the union of two famished

souls,

craving

for a space of their own…