Category: What it is

Rooster Killers* (a serious exercise in foolishness and fun)

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make me laugh like
I did before
i sought out the tears of manhood.

make me giggle
like it was my first time.

the choice
is mine,
whether or not mojo
is always on
the rise

up
with me
and we will fly,

 

for a time.

 

 

*Inspired by Mr. Sedaris

ain’t free*

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tickled by
sweet
desire,
i run
faster than you can feel.

touch,
deeper than you can know.

love,
bigger than you can imagine.

so,
can you really

know where i am going?
if i don’t?

appreciate this lovin’
if it comes with a twist?

surrender everything
and enter the divine?

maybe I’ll get
you a pair
of go-fasters,
so you can do you,
and let me
be free.

or maybe,
I’ll just keep on running,
until i fly
again.

cuz,

(you
aint
neva
been
‘ta
spain.)

*inspired by Mr. Lamar

closer

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calling faintly
from the ether,
her enticingly familiar
figure
beckons
and
instills
fear.

the brink of consummation
is the precipice from which we
tumble,
together at first
and then,
rudely,
roughly,
rapidly,
we fall away from
ourselves
and the each other
into shells of distraction and,
(perceived truths?)

Hoodoo-JuJu. Mojo on the Run

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her taming trinkets
twist-up and
tie me in knots.

 
memories
of misspent lust
peppered with moments of tenderness
blur my vision,
tighten my breath, and
prune my wings.

 

 

But

rising again,

is a reckoning and,

a return to power.

 

Indeed,

a return,

to

me.