But how ‘bout the girls, sweet cheeks?

Can they pin you against the wall

Put their fingers in places your mother told you to keep secret?

Bite your neck with perfumes battling

Taste the honey between your legs

It’s the sweetest wine you’ll ever drink

Don’t go to daddy

Cum to momma

I felt like posting because I haven't written in a while. I can't seem to come up with anything worth writing. No poems, and that plot I spoke of from the dream is going to have to be put on hold. Perhaps I can work on it when I'm in France. Although reverting back to working in a notebook with pen doesn't totally appeal to me anymore. I suppose I ( Read more... )

 I got accepted to a college. It most certainly is no second-rate college, it is far enough away from home that I won't feel pressured to keep in touch, but not far enough away that I can't come home once a month for a weekend. I'm very proud of myself for getting in and I'm extremely excited to move out this fall. Only a few more months and my ( Read more... )

 I dreamt last night that my soul was transferred into a younger body of me. I was at some sort of convention when I fell unconscious and woke up in my sixteen-year-old body, my eighteen-old-year body was hanging, dead, on hooks in a red room in the basement of the site of the convention. I was with friends who I cannot remember. I felt light- ( Read more... )

 In fifteen days I leave for France! Thank god because I have had more than enough of this life I lead here. when I get back I expect to have changed quite a bit. I expect to appreciate things more, I expect to be calmer and quieter, I expect to be far more contemplative than I am now. At least these are the changes I would like to see in myself ( Read more... )

Yogurt on a Spoon

I sit here and make obscene images with the yogurt on my spoon
dip it deep into the cup and pull it back out slowly
lick
repeat
examine it in my hands carefully, gently
start at the base (the tip of my tongue shaking from precision)
and slo
            wly
drag the wet muscle up the back
my tongue flits away just before the tip
I look at the ( Read more... )

I am sorry I treated you poorly in the past, I did it only because I felt my affection for you, if shown plainly, would be construed as being malignant. But you must believe me when I tell you that it is all merely submersed irritation. Not irritation with you, but irritation with the situation I find myself in. Irritation with what I feel towards ( Read more... )

 A great and terrible fate has come upon me. I have come to the realization that I am in fact my mother's daughter. Nearly nine years ago my mother told me that, like it or not, I would grow up to be an English major like her. I denied it, blatantly, defiantly. I fancied myself anything that had nothing to do with English whatsoever for nine years ( Read more... )

 The rains have started here in midwestern America. Only 30 days left of school and everyone's itching to break out of their houses and run amok in the new air. Sadly there are rumors of snow hanging around the radio waves though none of us want to believe it. I love the oyster-coloured sky that hangs heavy over our heads and I love the fat ( Read more... )

 I got to go on a drive today. I sat in the back of a very nice car driven very badly by a very nice person. And my mother. We drove around the county south of Eau Claire, where tornadoes blow through like wind through chimes, and it was beautiful and good and wonderful. I saw herds of cows and sheep and horses and llamas and saw clean creeks ( Read more... )