Babbling Brook

Hating the writing
of the poet who loves you:
Does it inspire self hatred?

Her pedestal is a tombstone
My words serve
To decorate disgrace
(This grave)
I don't scribe a living lover
But I live
And I love
Still
She is what she was in my pen.

Nutritionally Void

I am delicious, and so damn empty. So here is a happy smiling pink glitter dipped image that everyone who really knows me understands is quite possibly the most sarcastic, bitchy image I've made in my entire career. Cheers!

Dieting

let's fuck outdoors in thunderstorms
sun sexing stars
two knuckles deep in your muscle
if we stay up till dawn
will we gain anything by early afternoon?

spine recline
pussy index
belgian amalgam
I brought you to my lover
kitten's dead rat
feeding people means you love them
but she's not hungry.