before sleep overtakes
i ingest one more hit
of whatever poison it is
i’m using to numb my face
a slumber becomes me
black scurrying beetles
giving way to the light of a rising sky
where rooftops are immediate
with the knowledge
that my hatred for you
is a veinous blue
throbbing cock
how fortunate
you like it
up the ass
3 replies on “veinous blue”
You’re one whose work consistently elicits very loud, involuntary exclamations of triumph and delight from me. It’s like watching Muhammad Ali. xo
It’s funny you put it that way, Jen, because writing it feels like throwing a knockout punch!
I can’t say I didn’t laugh, and then feel good about the laughter.