think you better slow your mustang down


sometimes you just want a classic.

something that comes together so
over italian
& cheesy lovesongs

he’s worried about barbarianism
when all it was to do about–
he was hungry

in stillness, i
the quiet solitude of forgiveness
mother love let’s us get away
with so much

like a caveman
he orgasms all over himself
it’s all put together so well
work in time
to do nothing but stare at
the wall
do city buildings taste as different
as city people?
maybe it’s the green.

no time to myself to fuck my own ass
while i jack off. these are the
funny notes i adore

several days of masterbating
that glass like a tippy egg
you will never know the truth of it