Hello, my shadow. I know you want to be dark, and deep, but you can't help laughing—inappropriately. A case of the giggles in the middle of a biopsy. Or you're on a train, and dreaming of that girl with canine teeth. Which always turns you on. Something so wicked, so primal. So ancestral. You let out a laugh, as the other passengers pretend not to notice. In a distant past you'd be swinging through trees together, jumping to the ground, and leaping into a fuck. You'd push her down and suck tongues through your canines. Maybe it's because you've got 'em too, that girls with canines turn you on so much. Yeah, we're not so different, you and me. We both like that. Even when the moon's not full.

4/11/2025

in the lilac's shade

a thief waits, his breath held tight

eyes on the doorway

scheming the household treasures

blind to the gems around him

spring lilacs, adorned

with emerald drops of dew

and sapphire blossoms—

worthless cover to the crook

a poet might steal them yet

3/28/2025

we grew ourselves

a garden green

our guide ne'er far

the morning star

3/27/2025

I say, Johnny, you look absolutely trashed. Did your date with Annie go well?

Yeah, yeah, my date went great!

So... did you get to first base, Johnny?

Yeah, yeah, I got to first base!

And what about second, did you get to second?

Yeah, yeah, I got to second base!

Don't tell me you got to third base too?

Yeah, yeah, I got to third base!

Oh my, Johnny, did you actually hit a home run?

Yeah, yeah, well, kinda, I mean, I hit an inside-the-park home run.

You ejaculated prematurely, didn't you Johnny?

Yeah, yeah... can I go? I need to change my underpants.

3/21/2025