"I have never paid for sex,"
he says, slapping his cock,
trying for an erection long enough to put a balloon over it
"Shit honey, we all pay for sex,"
she says, watching him
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
valentines day 2010
ken and his on again off again girl leah came over on valentines
earlier that afternoon
I got in the car to go down to the beach for a run
but when I saw the row of cars pilling into the parking lot
on what could be called a summers day I turned around, got the skateboard out
and headed for venice, there were thousands of people out, it looked and felt of summer,
today they say its gonna be the same, monday, I will go run this morning, when the weekenders leave, when I feel alone with you, next weekend ken has declared as the weekend of music, no leaving the studio for 12 hours each day, the studio will have two days of beer, chips, and weed, and we are not leaving until its finished...fuck the pain away was a major hit with the valley house, ken played it for me again, "I love the sound of her voice...its so dirty" leah said, when they left I got on the computer to write you when I saw an email from jesus, she hadnt written anything since last summer, in august she said something about coming to la, last summer, asked if I could pick her up at the airport and I told her to give me the date and time, she never wrote back, I never saw her, about eight months later, on valentines day, she sends me an email of her in pictures, in the pictures she looks about 8 months pregnant, big watermelon of a belly, there is a picture of her belly next to an abalone shell, a picture of her belly next to a baby goat, a picture of just the belly, what a strange little valentines day this turned out to be, i will always guess at things between me and her, i will never know anything, yet as i close the computer I have the faintest glance of prophesy, and im writing it out right now so there is a record of it, so months from now, probably within the year, I think the two of you are gonna meet, jesus and jenny, in hawaii, she thinks her pot, home grown, in volcanic soul and sun, is better than anything ken and his labmen can come up with, well see...
earlier that afternoon
I got in the car to go down to the beach for a run
but when I saw the row of cars pilling into the parking lot
on what could be called a summers day I turned around, got the skateboard out
and headed for venice, there were thousands of people out, it looked and felt of summer,
today they say its gonna be the same, monday, I will go run this morning, when the weekenders leave, when I feel alone with you, next weekend ken has declared as the weekend of music, no leaving the studio for 12 hours each day, the studio will have two days of beer, chips, and weed, and we are not leaving until its finished...fuck the pain away was a major hit with the valley house, ken played it for me again, "I love the sound of her voice...its so dirty" leah said, when they left I got on the computer to write you when I saw an email from jesus, she hadnt written anything since last summer, in august she said something about coming to la, last summer, asked if I could pick her up at the airport and I told her to give me the date and time, she never wrote back, I never saw her, about eight months later, on valentines day, she sends me an email of her in pictures, in the pictures she looks about 8 months pregnant, big watermelon of a belly, there is a picture of her belly next to an abalone shell, a picture of her belly next to a baby goat, a picture of just the belly, what a strange little valentines day this turned out to be, i will always guess at things between me and her, i will never know anything, yet as i close the computer I have the faintest glance of prophesy, and im writing it out right now so there is a record of it, so months from now, probably within the year, I think the two of you are gonna meet, jesus and jenny, in hawaii, she thinks her pot, home grown, in volcanic soul and sun, is better than anything ken and his labmen can come up with, well see...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Its winter in Los Angeles and my skin is never really warm.
I am covered in layers and layers until I look like some chicken burrito.
Lights from the television flash in through the half open bedroom door.
You are probably drinking gin and tonic again, strumming that gypsy guitar that your daddy left you.
I am trying to concentrate on millions of women giving birth and snake tattooed lips.
When did music start to have something to say?
I curl up like some hibernating animal and quiver with anticipation whenever I hear paper rustling.
the next song
asleep in your arms
I am covered in layers and layers until I look like some chicken burrito.
Lights from the television flash in through the half open bedroom door.
You are probably drinking gin and tonic again, strumming that gypsy guitar that your daddy left you.
I am trying to concentrate on millions of women giving birth and snake tattooed lips.
When did music start to have something to say?
I curl up like some hibernating animal and quiver with anticipation whenever I hear paper rustling.
the next song
asleep in your arms
She had singed her hair trying to smoke weed. She stood there, eyes on the weed, confused where the smoke was coming from. The flames had stopped before she realized what had happened.
She saw a ring of white around his grayish blue eyes.
He reached out and brushed off the ashes and crisp strands of hair.
"This is a bad omen"
She laughed.
She was sitting on the counter, legs wrapped around him, wanting more.
She looked up to him. He had stopped moving.
"You have a strand of gray hair"
She waited as he reached out and pulled it out.
He pulled off her wisdom while he was deep and hard in her.
She saw a ring of white around his grayish blue eyes.
He reached out and brushed off the ashes and crisp strands of hair.
"This is a bad omen"
She laughed.
She was sitting on the counter, legs wrapped around him, wanting more.
She looked up to him. He had stopped moving.
"You have a strand of gray hair"
She waited as he reached out and pulled it out.
He pulled off her wisdom while he was deep and hard in her.
The kitchen smelled of marijuana and blood and sex. There was blood and cum trailing from the white counter to the bathroom, faint traces of heel prints where she had accidentally stepped on the blood. She was standing in the grimy bathtub letting the blood and cum drip out of her, leaving thick pinkish trails on her thighs.
their blood had long been together
she was bleeding all over him
on the counter were stains of red and bile
he rubbed the stain with his index finger
full hard and pressing
waiting for the stain to give
he rubbed out the stain
while she leaked in the bathroom
her legs wouldn't work and she laughed
he liked to feel her quiver
he held himself deep inside her
and gave her the pulse
the shock of being inside her
he sent out a pulse that
circumcision aided in affect
she knew he wasn't trying to cum
and he enjoyed the blood of their sex
her eyes went back into slits of white and convulsion
he held her like this "you have a gray hair," he said
he worked his nerve damaged hands to find the hair
she waited
with him inside her
he found the hair
and took his index finger:
removal, the show,
she looked at it as he resumed fucking her
later on the couch during the tutors
she would tell him he removed her wisdom
he knew they were doing things
neither had seen before
he held the gray hair and stared
at her giving thighs
the light of late afternoon
told him it was the first of several
that he would rip the gray from her
until it grew in places he couldn't reach
he would keep her from death
fuck her in life
and pull all the hairs in between
she was bleeding all over him
on the counter were stains of red and bile
he rubbed the stain with his index finger
full hard and pressing
waiting for the stain to give
he rubbed out the stain
while she leaked in the bathroom
her legs wouldn't work and she laughed
he liked to feel her quiver
he held himself deep inside her
and gave her the pulse
the shock of being inside her
he sent out a pulse that
circumcision aided in affect
she knew he wasn't trying to cum
and he enjoyed the blood of their sex
her eyes went back into slits of white and convulsion
he held her like this "you have a gray hair," he said
he worked his nerve damaged hands to find the hair
she waited
with him inside her
he found the hair
and took his index finger:
removal, the show,
she looked at it as he resumed fucking her
later on the couch during the tutors
she would tell him he removed her wisdom
he knew they were doing things
neither had seen before
he held the gray hair and stared
at her giving thighs
the light of late afternoon
told him it was the first of several
that he would rip the gray from her
until it grew in places he couldn't reach
he would keep her from death
fuck her in life
and pull all the hairs in between
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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