I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

I really love how the moonlight Reveals the sparkle in your eyes And how the cold accentuates The feelings shown across your fac… How every time you take a breath

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing