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…
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