tales from the sullen tangerine
or, a junk drawer full of writing

Archive for May, 2008

drunken fridge poetry

May 17, 2008

ink revealed her, wearing nothing but frantic mad desires
 
come satisfy me like a cigarette metaphor
 
she felt the forest rocking and rolling with pleasure
 
so tight, she offered, he entered. silhouette: a trembling sculpture
 
he dreamed of her mouth, ready and willing, empty of grace