Feelings Poem

I know ultimately fucking
Jess Feltz and Justin Flowers
in that dream doesn't mean I want
to fuck you most. Nightmare
sexual scenarios vs normal
sexual scenarios. You
taking a bug leap.  Me deepthroating.
The joyful expression on somebody's
face. Facets. Leaning over the desk
or sink. We used to fuck on objects
and I don't want to try anyone else
if it makes me sick inside. Sink inside
I'm burning and not in the burbs anymore.
Still singing that song. Eyes stinging.
I love you or I am in love with you
is what lust does. And lost us.  Here I go
ol mourning corpse again. Fearing.
Accepting. I'm riding it all fr you baby.
Yum yum. Rub a little ointment down
Ah that's the spot
where once we sat and talked.
I've been writing about you since before
I died and moved to hell.  I want
to have my bra off but I couldn't. A pain
in the split of my back bones. Do u think
I'm prez material. RU thinking
I'm pretty.

This Fruit is Bad for You

I GUESS I WILL EVENTUALLY ALIENATE EVERYONE.  
I’LL BE EATING TWO EGGS EVERYMORNING. FRUIT
IS BAD FOR YOU. THIS ROTTING
FRUIT IS BAD FOR YOU. DON’T TAKE ME TO YOUR CONTAINER. I KNOW
HOW TO GET THERE. I KNOW THE POLICE
THEY GET YOUR BIKE BACK. SOMETIMES
WRITE REPORTS ABOUT KOI FISH. I BET IT’S HARD
TO BE POLICE. I STILL DON’T GIVE A FUCK.
IF YOU TRY TO GIVE ME A TICKET BECAUSE I COASTED
OFF THE ROAD AND TO THE RACK, WE WILL RIDE
TOGETHER FOR 8 HOURS AND WE WILL WONDER
WHAT THE OTHER’S REALLY THINKING. FRUIT IS BAD
FOR YOU. THIS ROTTING HONEYDEW IS SEETHROUGH.

GET EXCITED ABOUT CUTLASS

I am excited about what's happening on Cutlass.

Opening: do I need to massage my dog