a spade

i once had lover who wrote me

and i would anticipate his sex
like hose water on an August garden.

tonight, i await the
reply of middle aged woman
over a proposed business takeover

that could pay the bills.

funny how simple getting off is
but how different it feels

when fucking a spade or a queen.

ambient rest

i take a pill

that eliminates
the endless email
the lagging phone call

one night's rest at a time.

and if the world pokes me
a simple re-dose
works until dawn

this state of surrender
has me rendered
like the tales' Grimm.

fuck this.

incarnation

summertime.

call it unofficial
but i saw my nipples
this season's begun.

the boys are basking
in halos unmasking,
but where is
the pun?

time to write script
but this season
has stripped
my winter's undone.

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