Truer than Life
Well spunkering blue,
this shoe is a shoe!
Untied and skallacked
this poem is a hack.
Henritten suspense
all over the fence,
these cats esqollop
like a Pez dispense.
Aligned with grondy
lifestyles and flowering Nile,
cucumbers abode
in flying flimspyle.
Once of a tail
whap mouse rains hail,
over and over
the glowing glass zale.
Another night passes
and starlovers fail,
destined to circle
this thunderous squal.
The sweet feel of
first-time skin
below the sweat of his
transcendent gaze;
it tickles me fondly
lost in a haze.
Their sounds as one
float through silent space:
beautiful bedroom
beautiful place.
My home they play
indifferent to us,
our sheets they clean
sprinkled with lust.
Each time I'm washed
a new one begins,
the cycle again
of thirsty young men.
Treated like a hotel
I smile with pleasure,
amused that these eyes
he'll never know never.
Science Project
Another night, another drink-
sipping on memories
I can't even think.
Once more without reason
I return below...
This cellar is even cooler
without his cold breath;
a loneliness
I can't defend
as his empty pulse
fills with regret.
No use in crying
over spilt milk;
at least I have something left
to experiment.