Neon Foot Fetish
Skuffed Leather Joke

Jumble mumble
Listen to what I need to say

Buckle, Buckle, Belt and Toggle

Clog and Moccasin
Beads and Bells

Cylinder connected
Stitched together
By your infant ancestor

Take me somewhere
Bring me soul

You will not go far

Bare
Calous
Nail in your heel

So much pride in that which we
We Stomp, Jump, Splash
Kick, Scuff, Climb

All over, Drag through Piss and Mud

Nothing this
Complex
Could ever
Be SACRED

Did I mention I got a reading at Bluestockings?
Like a SOLO PERFORMANCE!!

UH HUH!

How would you describe my work?

Sailor Boy

To be honest, I was reluctant at first. But I was hungry. My thighs were starved and my arms were empty. I looked out my window and watched him hurrying down the street looking at the apartment numbers. He was out of breath at the door, small puffs of white clouded his face already obstructed by the gate. I skipped up the stairs and pushed my door open. We had some small talk as I tried to put on music. Then he pushed against me. His hand roamed over my body for a second, quickly finding my clit with one hand and groping my breast with the other. I tilted my head back onto his shoulder and let myself go limp. He placed a strong hand on my throat slowly increasing the pressure while rubbing my clit harder. My complete submission made him grow. I grinded my ass into him. Swiveling my hips back and forth, hypnotizing his cock. I let out a rolling moan from deep inside me. My skin burned, my lips seared, and my pussy dripped. I was boiling over. My fingers reach out for something solid. Something to bring me back to reality. Grasping at my bed frame I bend forward to catch my breath but he won't let me. Oh jesus nothing feels as good as thins. My hand flies to his belt undoing it with out moving from my bent over position. I grab his cock and stroke it up and down, pulling out soft whispers of delight from his lips. He rubs more vigorously and I can't take it. I spin around before he can catch me and pin him against my door. Ravaging his mouth, pulling his hair, moving down slowly to kneel before him. "Oh yeah.. aren't you a dirty girl." He's right. I have been bad. I have invited a stranger into my house. Enticed him with the treasures of my flesh. Oh I've been so bad. I've drooled at the thought of an unknown mouth on me. I've fantasized about my clothes being eaten away by hungry hands. I am a dirty girl. I have begged for a cock in my mouth. I have laid my body before you without question. I am a dirty girl. I have obeyed your directions, given in to your demands wordlessly. I have liked your hand on my throat and the sting of your slap. I am filthy. I am slick and my body buckles under the weight of my orgasm. I am empty, exhausted, simmering. I fall into a heap on the floor. He leans against the door out of breath, wiping his face with his shirt. Looking up at you I feel pathetic. I am beneath him. I am insignificant. I am used. I am discarded. I ask him his name. He asks for directions. After a kiss good bye I close the door and let my weak, shaky knees bring me to the floor again. I close my eyes and relish the sweet soft tingle in my thighs, my shaking limbs, my short breath. I savor it. I retrace the path of his fingers. Touch my damp and raw pussy. My body still soupy but I can feel reality thickening my consistency into a pudding. No, no, no. I want to keep this for just a little longer. VVVVVERT VERTTTTT. My phone vibrates hard and loud against my desk. "SORRY THAT WAS SO SLOPPY. NEXT TIME WILL BE BETTER." My mouth salivates. "Next time."

Broke ass nerd

I can’t afford fine art
But I can steal magazines
Tear out pages from books
Cover my walls in replicas and over looked works of art
Create my own museum.

Chrimmis

Midnight air
Flowing with the scent of pine.
A rapid language,
You can’t quite place.
Selling pagan symbols,
On Essex street.
Living in a minivan,
Through the holiday season.
Ice in sidewalk cracks
A dirt crystal dusting
Drinking ginger bread lattes
Clutching paper bags filled with bright tissue paper
Quickly clacking boots
Stutter on the street
Above hangs a mesh wire heaven
Of bright light bulbs
And flickering tinsel
Snow flakes and seasons pc greetings.

Teen Wolves

With such ferocity she screams
Unable to keep quiet
Her rage boils up her throat
Spewing hot words onto the crowd
Just you try to judge me
I am untouchable