Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner