A normal Thursday day between her legs

I went down into the kitchen
To find her by the oven,
Her legs going down
As she inclined,
Legs made by Lucifer
That only fixed her.
I came in and grabbed her behind
She told to look at her pants
“I’m no wearing no panties”
“That’s the best kind of panties”
I took her from behind,
Lean her over the fridge
Sort type of things
Felt from it.
A spoon hit me
And stared at me.
I kept kissing her neck
As she grabbed my cock’s head
She was hard
Never delicate with those hands
But I liked it rough
And she was a wolf.
We kept the movement
With the front door open,
I could hear her screaming
Biting my arms into bleeding
Two beautiful bodies
Fighting death
And nobody
Could stop until I came.
The world looks beautiful
Inside the eyes of a young girl
Entering an extasis world
In a way so purposeful.
I never knew what was in the oven
But we ate chips over an existential argument
And we never found her underwear.

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The grave of love

You were only seventeen
And I took you for a dream,
Said you wanted to find peace
Let’s run to hell
I promise it’d be warm there
I know a soft spot
Where we could talk;
Time can’t enter there
There’s only words and poetry
Sex and the absence of agony
Lifts you into the air
Where no-one cares.
You can danse naked,
Scream your blame out,
Cry like you’ve never cried,
Run away from all this
And begin to believe
That feelings are meant to be
And I’ve felt everything for you
The greatest nights, the biggest lies
The ‘I’ve never felt so alive’
The ‘I’ll never leave’, a big dream.
Now I’m lost between these lines
I don’t know what I wanted to say
Look, truth is, you were my true love
And I used to be always so alone,
And now that you’re gone
I’ve forgot how to be at home
I’ve lost the way into the grave
That I’ve craved so long ago.

Watering my muse 

​I sit outside 

Watching the plants 

Stand up and move 

With the soft morning breeze, 

An old woman sadly smiles 

As she struggles to go up

The coline she’s climbing 

On her way to the supermarket. 

The sun is up in the sky 

At the same place the moon was 

Yesterday when I woke up,

Cars and people pass by 

The world keeps spinning around 

And I sit here 

Smoking old cigarettes 

Reading dead people poetry 

Listening dead people music

And there’s so many life outside 

Yet I sit tight 

And begin to write. 

The noise is getting bigger 

Even Henson can’t make it fade 

So I turn my thoughts away 

As I try to finish this writing 

And I laugh at possibilities 

As I hide and run 

And Death may be close 

As I’m surrounded by smoke

But I have another though 

So it won’t be nice 

But I’ll leave all this behind 

Trying to be the man 

I once dreamed I was.