3 am. Bodies in flight. Stomach ulcers and the look on your face without make-up. Lifting up your shirt I slide off your bra as if it were made of leaves. There are certain things a man needs to do, even if he has no idea why he does them. Chemicals to bring us Read more

Whores have feelings too, or so they say. But you just can’t get close enough, though, I mean, the thought of all those lovers. All those insects that have been there before staining themselves upon her. She does it cause she’s lonely. It doesn’t mean a thing. That’s what she says. But it’s hard to Read more

  Cute Japanese girl. English wallflower. Milky lover, sometimes a mother. Fear of water. Fear of wombs. Big eyes and cinema expectation. New York City on her vulva as the revolver in my hand glistens in the rain. Sweetness to ease the weakness as the moon sinks into the lake that drowned your sister. Rapists Read more

  In a darkened room, my body was illuminated by slithers of light shining in through the window. I was naked, smoking a cigarette, and watching the town shimmer in the distance. I imagined them out on the streets, in the bars and clubs, their bodies electric. A girl, some lover, some sense of cheapness Read more

Cold so cold with snow and empty parking lots everywhere you dare look. Flirtatious girl afraid of mirrors, but not of cameras. Dressed in next to nothing with white teeth so glossy, visions of heaven consume while taking a bath, as do feelings close to limbo while waking up past noon all bleary eyed and Read more

Seductive cunt. She’s got a name, but I can’t remember it. It’s not important. Shouting lovers uninteresting. Stream of misplaced thoughts, gone. Layers of porno and saliva that drip from my mouth to hers. Legs raised upon my shoulders, I’ll give it to her hard. Squeezed tits. Cursing always. She bites as I pull her Read more

  It’s in the way you get laid complaining that others don’t treat you like a woman. That they use you as an object, like a machine, ready and willing at the drop of a hat to fulfil their every need. Just a phone call away, and you’re theirs to do with as they please. Read more

Snuffed out by her inner demons. Don’t speak to me about forests and sands, for they interest me very little, except for when they wash upon the shores of her inner thigh that is. It’s a natural thing, some kind of sexual turn on maybe. The way everything glistens beneath the moon. The way thunder rolls over Read more

  She stripped me naked as night came calling. Shadows everywhere save for between our bodies, the songs of childhood hallucinations could be tasted upon bare lips. Flooded subways as we shifted from one place to the next, she had the golden touch as somewhere nearby a car crashed into a launderette before bursting into Read more

When being in public was too difficult, I’d picture her breasts squeezed together. When anxiety had me on my knees, I’d imagine those nipples of hers poking between painted fingernails. Keeping the sickness at bay, I’d have her nude and breathless beneath me as I did my thing. Getting lost in the possession of her body, Read more