

Sleepersoft warmSleeper
tummy slow in and out belly up like a baby he's asleep
toes like rows of snails coiled shells the narrow ankles sweep becoming a wide swell of leg the open palm with fingers curled
parted lips the hot wet breath lashes fine as an artist's smallest brush a curved cheek and wavy bed hair
I'd give anything to feel that belly warm against my back a heavy arm cast like a net over my hard ribs
and his breath on my head steady warm and moist a leg over my leg caught by a sleeper


Half-Assed Metaphorswords are useless and cumbersome like a wrench to describe violets we can speak them without conveying a degree of sincerity we can speak sincerity and never say what we mean if I said you made the next day seem like a twenty-four hour sunrise, dappled green and gold, with a patchwork sky, it doesn't mean anything to you it's frustrating to always be silenced by doubt if when i spoke there were roses it might be enough i need to ask a few questions i'm a stiff and solemn police investigator defeating my own purpose if i have to ask then it can't be so &nHalf-Assed Metaphors


Junk Botjunk bot leather interior mouth and bumper lips your ears are satellite dishes stolen off of some poor guy's lawn with snow plough shovel hands and you have muffler breath and you're always breaking down but i can fix you with my rusty oil can and an old wrench i'll patch up your flat tires and have another look around for a 4 litre gas tank because it means something to have a friend whose never afraid to be exactly what she is junk botJunk Bot
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"I don't do drugs, I am drugs"
"The reason that some portraits don't look true to life is that some people make no effort to resemble their pictures."
-Salvador Dali
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Wolves Have No Kings....... And Neither Do I.
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