you can meddle with live wires puffed with intuitive electricity you've dodged the lightning and learned to shed the rain but my hand is ash blackened down to no-more toes the path of least resistance flows from flesh to thirsty ground

"Dude. You know how they say that if you die a martyr, you get 72 virgins in the afterlife?" "Maybe. Yeah. Kind of like a suicide bomber retirement plan, I guess." "I wish I lived over there when they announced that. When they made the big...

You slip into pudding warmth. That's how it begins. Down below. Rolling on thighs. Up the soles of your feet and between toes. Down spinal channels to suck mango hollows in your brain. This dream--more delicious than sleep. The pudding's progress....

If I were carved wood a polished accessory I'd hold drinks unspilled

"What's wrong?" "Just drop it. Okay?" "Did someone piss in your beer or something?" "I said, drop it." "All I said is that she's frigging hot." "Got it. Move on." "And, that I want to fuck her." "See. That's what I mean." "What?" "I'm...