Thoughts on the Folsom Street Fair, SF's homage to kink and BDSM and sexual expression. San Francisco has corrupted me. I see old man cock and think, "meh." ___________ Know…
It was in your bed I finally grasped the value of destruction. ________ To write about one's self is to go from subject to object, and back. ________ What I…
My most perfect love is illicit. With you, I am part-child, part-witch. ___________ Related: Haiku for Adulthood #27-#32 Haiku for Adulthood #26 Haiku for Adulthood #20 Don’t tell me I…
One about boobs, per request. Freud would have a field day with me! Good thing he's dead. Of all the wondrous boobs I've known, the most fascinating are my own.…
The only art that interests me is the kind borne out of longing. ________ Are you getting tired of these serious haiku yet? Should I go back to boobs? Related:…
Written while waiting for a bus in the rain on the way to a friend's birthday brunch. I know I shouldn't but I can't stop searching for myself in your…
An homage to desire. All doubts vanquish in the exquisite straining of your body and mine. _________ Related: A Poem for My Heart The New York Times is my lover…
Impending birthday malaise edition. A Fall birthday brings falling leaves, falling stars and soon my tits also. ______ Related: Existential childhood malaise syndrome Falling like a rockstar Not Okay Life…