400 Revisited

…and above
The pounding feet of 400 pound bulimic transvestites in heat
The grunts and groans
Assault my senses
As they put those fuck me pumps on
Clark, Johnson and Murphy
Begin the ritual dance
Something about trying to advance more mass misinformation
The cat looks at me with disgust
Cause the kitty litter is so fucking dirty

Crawl into bed
She simple asks
"Why did you have to start them up?"
My answer
None
Her reaction
Tepid at best
I excuse myself and venture down the hall

Shattered glass reflect moments that have already past
Answers become questions
Down the rabbit hole
One more time it would
Be
She didn't blink an eye
Was she even breathing?
Rhythmically stabbing at my heart
When she finally does blink
I feel the cold
Deep to my core
The game is over
The truth was never easy
It cuts everybody
And the blood stains never fade…

Tuesday

The continual smile

Hope
That is disarming

Spiked yet soft

Dizzy

Never Standing still
Except in my arms

Chase her energy
and she runs away
Be there and she will stay forever

Some times needy
Occasionally
Really
You know REALLY

Sensual and Sensitive
Forbidding and forgiving
Beautiful
Bad
Good
and
Everything in between…