conversations with the bartender
A pitcher of your cocktail,
the lid straight to my mouth,
the juice engulfed on my
throat, human and limited,
will not be enough.
How does one calm the thirst,
to quell the squall?
of blood rushing through
inferior veins, gushing through
inferior arteries… only to find myself
grasping on the male dignity.
Of my hands to yours, and yours
to mine.
Jake the dog, Princess Bubblegum, and Fin the Human :)
Bitch Poetry: It’s five minutes to three am and:I don’t feel like sleeping yet.I...
It’s five minutes to three am and:
- I don’t feel like sleeping yet.
- I don’t feel like going to school early in the morning
- I don’t feel like setting the alarm clock at almost-six so I won’t be going to school early in the morning
- I just feel you rubbing my lap subconsciously as you snore away…
Ironman 3 Photobooth
Theatre dibs
At Chimelong, GZ
Cigarette-induced
sleep works; keep the flame burning;
hearts tear as lungs do.
Illusions
A precise, precisely stark “thank you” after I’ve said I love you won’t suffice for the night. All I need is the thought that whatever happens to us, whatever demon that contaminates the purity of our intentions and motivations of persevering in this relationship, I still have my peace of mind, and you have yours. Humanity has used the concept of language to communicate; we better use it.
Otherwise, we will wilt.
