“oh, They Must Be Masturbating”

My actual thought if I see someone is: -sitting alone with sunglasses on in a parked car at any park, -sitting alone in a hotel hottub, -me, -peewee herman. — i just left a sweat mark on a brick wall, a brick mark on a sweat back, and not even from anything fun.

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Backdoor Blues

You checked on my door expanding  With heat. i could make you wooden door in the summer time, but I didn’t kiss you. — you were leaving and said, “so this is the bike you carry up and down 3 flights of stairs.” i thought, “yes, I am looking at him; have yet to ride…

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Friday

the bartender extends injected straw to ejaculate small batch whiskey into my mouth; remarking, “things are gettin’ weird, now.” — sipping bourbon reclined on a [smokeless] heated-deck couch IS heaven.

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she threatened to change the climate

[one made of ice cannot touch another of fire] she traces just outside his circumference, steps b a c k when his flickers s w a y her way; melting just enough to know what warm feels like.

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broad of Broad St

On this bar deck in my downtown, a heated lamp basking against the back of my neck feels like the kisses i need right now. — the street-crossed business lights bring me the answers I need, and this bottle mutes all before them.

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