since high art is more than just visual, i decided to share some pretty awesome poetry with you all. i have some other stream of consciousness types of writing that ill post later. im really interested in this as a literary technique as of late. im not sure it actually exists, because i believe we filter everything. but its interesting to try and even more interesting to contemplate.
i wrote this about the phonejacker, who seems to be my muse lately. i also wrote a piece titled Baby about a guy that i hung out with for a short time. i wrote Baby because i was inspired by Jamie Stewart of XiuXiu and how he uses his words in his songs. Baby was directly inspired by Fabulous Muscles. Its my take on my own personal experience.
“phonejacker text message”
now in your mouth (sick
fuck ) practice (on you)
gagged (sorry) on it
uh huh
deep in your throat (makes my
eyes water) press your tongue against (tell
me) lick it while sucking
spit on it (my favorite)
suck the top half (sometimes
too boring) jerk the bottom half
(make it better) rub my
while i tease your (say it)
feel your (h
ow) lick up and down
sucking (good boy) on your lips
ill gladly do it
take my (no you)
i want (me) you to come (w
here) on me
on my (your face) face
_________________________________
"Baby"
I grate away my expectations of decency on the abrasiveness of your attitude towards the idea of commitment. Yet I continue to call you baby and pretend you didn’t say it because I’m disgustingly shallow and in love with your body that is covered in tattoos, secretly hoping that your mind could be just as beautiful if I just kept thinking it could be.
I allow myself to be something for you to do and I love it because for those few minutes I think if I keep doing it long enough I can convince you to change, baby.
I was hanging my hopes for courtesy and consideration of me on your ten-inch dick. It was honest. When you get soft, baby, those hopes fall off and go crashing to the floor.
I pick them up and save them for next time.
No comments:
Post a Comment