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We ate at the sushi restaurant my sister works at.
My dad and I drank saki bombs.
gross!
and great.
I didn’t eat this.
I wonder if he was really trying to eat the opossum!?
I don’t know what she is eating.
Dinner at Bandera’s with Pat and my family.
Dinner at jack and the box where Steven got in a fight with the guy working the drive-through window.
He was super pissed.
Today we had a bar-b-q.
I forgot to take pictures, but I have three hamburgers and some tilapia in the fridge if anyone wants any.
K-bye!
please don't call jenny brew "tranny brew." and please post more on your blog. i love you and want your tender loins, wolf boy
ReplyDeleteThe familiar ways
ReplyDeleteThe familiar ways
Seldom runs out
When you got it on
The ball like scheduled runs
Running late for the bus again to work
Like dawn that most of us sleep through
Like listening to the TV while writing poetry
The ladies of the view murmuring
Something that dose not interest me
Mysteries seldom burst their
Balloons into songs of disuse
But can be drowned as liquefied troubles
Boozing drinking my trouble away
Full of myself and ripe to bust
Into a song about how you did
Me wrong to leave in the morning
While my dreams was surging
Within me driven by run and coke
And shadows of you left on the floor
Sleeping peacefully as if there
Is nothing wrong in the house
I have heard all the fasten spaces
Of your secrets mocked in your echoes
Of silk ties that I throw into
The Mississippi just to spite me
They did not sink but flowed on the
Brunt brown water like dead fishes heading south
They will reach you in a couple of weeks
You can pick them up then if you craze them
Just remember that I bought them for you
It dose not frighten me to discover
That your picture on the mantel
Whisper to me when I am in a cinch
It is something that I hunger for
As a hot glance of flesh aches
Of heart and the long ago gestures
Of tangled legs folded nakedness
Of easy nights breathing in each other
Those days now hunts me when I catch
A wisp of your scent still lingering
In the darkness of the closet.
Poem for all the drag queens
ReplyDeleteMiss Lucy the crimson nobody of everyone
Will give you her arms of bandaged smoke
And green rooms of everything open out
On the window where the blaze of sudden
Thoughts is pimped by painters of chairs that sits
In the nailed down forest of men with
Owl’s eye winking the watched picture
Taken by smoke hiding under the bed
Miss Lucy a while ago I called you to task
Because everything was lost in the slow walk
To and fro from here and there where
The firm blanket of thin air fell
Over Denver and the thick air of St. Louis
Climbed the long stairs carrying
Spider’s web full of white balled
Eggs white as a crane’s neck
Of buzzing fir begging for a pray
Miss Luck your shoulder is holding
Up the broken rain gone insane
When no body’s head runs rabbit
In long rooms purple and wet with young men
And drag queens in training who
You mother as den mother to the
Young men who’s fathers
Throw them out into the mean
Horizon of the streets young men
With stars of bouquets in their eyes just
This side of blood corner crouched in the hunt
Of tiny jeweled clouds transitory to its destination
Of sexual travelers muddied seamless séance
Of science and regression of transfiguration
Of the boy into a woman the prince into a queen
A frog like warm men with doors burnt by
Bedroom eyes to carry you over the bridge
Made of discarded skin from medical experience
Miss Lucy in the room purple with sudden feet
Locked behind broken needs wet with desires
Are bandaged with the pended up
Naked nuns who will never come sexually
Under the shadows of golden crosses
The night was standing at the bar
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As if hitching a ride drunken
On dreams packed in his jeans
The night broke its run restlessness
As growing grass and the edge
Of beginnings somewhere where
The light was rushing in a glass
Of rum and coke
The night was at the bar where boys
Feed their needs with alcohol
Full of drag queen’s tears
Shed in the men’s room from the penis
Just inside of a hard suck
Vengeful as if looking pass
What was told to the last souls
Willing to buy you a drink in a change
For sex packing good luck full of groins
And rushing blood locked after
The transitory hustlers
In the night that went to sleep
Between your thighs where thoughts
Of sunshine murder the floating
Faces that waits in line on the
Told to shadow divine.
Now that I have gathered
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Some measure of fame
Young boys throw themselves
At me boys still in school
But I reason that they are
Not yet in bloom to pluck
And have them fuck me
Now that my fame
Has a name I am caution
Not to upset the balance
Of so few boys against
The straight fellows
Who are bi-curious
To learn but you see
I am only a part time teacher
In my needs and I find
Young boys to needy too clinging
To possess to pose
Any danger to my reputation.
When the fog came
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Wading ashore
Desperate to hide
All things under its covering
The hustler who takes checks
In his sureness and image of himself
Takes the night off
I danger myself to the streets
Perchance to meet my
Last lover one to keep
For more then a night
One who will be there
In the dawn’s light and break
That dawn with me like
Breaking holy bread
But so far no luck
Has come my way
Only the quick fuck
Of men spirited away
With the pre dawn only
A short timer who
Wants to play
Fuck the black man
Sometime I feel lonely
When I can not hold my own
And I find myself
Creeping back home
Empty handed with nusts full of cum
Sons groaning in my groin
Posed to come in wet dreams
I am a wanderer by nature
I have been to many places
Seen many men of danger
Rough trade snatching at
The hunger in my eyes
Dark men of desires
That creeps like fog
In their love making
Dark men like fog
Creeping like a tune
That you can not get
Out of your mind
Sometimes the night places
Love me back and sometimes
They rest between
My thighs sometimes
Yes sometimes I find
The dawn creeping
Like danger to find the blind
Slumbering over cocks
In bloom like seasons of semen
Creeping on to each other.
I left myself logged in at work. The above is the evildoing of Andy and Peter. Enjoy, nonetheless! This is the real Abby by the way.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes are bleeding.
ReplyDeleteThanks God!