debt
seldom i linger the singular tome.
tv something something,
lost in my room,
time between work a listless strole,
baccus bitches roam this place i call hole.
hole,
sweet hole.
i owe som'in.
i know
the raunchiest pussy.
i know the darkest places;
tape of the love
people you know
wishes you been.
i've worked the minimum wage.
seldom i linger lost in this room
sober in the eden,
in this place i call home.
half a can of my last beer by ObsceneOne, literature
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half a can of my last beer
half a can of my last beer
i can't seem to find
just the right words
to describe my feelings for you,
but in good time
i'll write the dysfunctional rhyme
god meant me to.
everyone's fallen from grace
the shame burn as yesterday was
Yes, Jess, I saw the NIN dot too
as we came upon the empty streets as stillness found us,
like the other side of the room
but not alone,
grey with patch-work greyer still
as the shades of our distinction
upon our so different faces grew longer,
a concrete mirror of the greyest clouds
as they fell upon us in the alleys where once we kissed;
One Shared Dream
We road trip
back to the scene of the crime.
I drive
because I need to control this desent
this re-enactment, this
betrayal back to Bremerton.
We ride
and you trust my grip on the car
and you let
me gas her up and pick
the CDs sometimes.
It's blinding driving
through the glare of the sun on wet roads
but I stare
because it's looser than you think
Dare I let it slip into the drink?
To slide
then would you and I
be so bad?
or glad that it's over?
We are so near this suicide,
one twitch to turn the wheel
would steal everything back
from the brink,
to be together forever.
A familicide actually,
a promis
The Proverbial Deafening Sile by ObsceneOne, literature
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The Proverbial Deafening Sile
The Proverbial Deafening Silence
After sexual release I don't sleep
I can't give in to this devestating loneliness.
You're an unkept girl now, that i can't keep,
and bothersome to me
but I don't have anything else to remind me
of the time we
were before this.
To give me the technical support
a hard luck case like me needs.
I can see the caution in your eyes
if you leave me does the clan break up?
I clipped my finger nails
future tripping over my fry toy
and my ennui over you
but you keep leaving me behind.
It was So Nice After Fucking U.
I knew your speed limit but I couldn't go that fast
my little white pills seemed to mak
Seedy Dive or Double Entendre. by ObsceneOne, literature
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Seedy Dive or Double Entendre.
Seedy Dive or Double Entendre
in the alleyway
Good
Music
faded on the brick lay
laid down to surround this seedy dive
to which I've,
as designate, drive you here
for beer and to talk to strangers
about your
dirty bathroom sex
that I know is not ours
but at a rave I bet
spinning LED lamps
on e
with the speed of the beat
bumping out the stall door
these
the ptsd triggers are:
wide casting glances
at the meat in the cocktail lounge,
the messages you cannot read
in the company of me,
and the casual talk of infidelity
the boys and toys you had instead
of my modest monogamy
you should sit under the red lights
I
Poly Molly's Falacy
molly turns you from a queen to a quean
as it's taken in your mouth like green m&ms
with companions at hand
to melt along your disrobeing tongue
you confide your sweetest tooth
misunderstood
standing
least uncovered
they see you
for who you really are
rolling
he seems comfortable with the story you told
he takes it all in
puts his spin on it
it seems true
because you want it to
and so does he
involutary xtc
teeth clenching
loss of inhibition
blurred vision
chills and sweating
you need a shower in the dark with strobing lights
you don't reconize yourself in his mirroring you
don't want to
you don t
Pulling Triggers, Dodging Bullets
Sometimes I feel I am to blame
for what happens on the Wet Spot's floor
what hangs on the dungeon wall
(in the private rooms or in public view)
blindfolded, bluffed, submitted
Sometimes I can feel the heat
of breathless pants, breechless fags, twisted knots
groaning beneath the touch
of unconcerned sympathedic caresses
-- that makes me laugh
at how silly you must look--
and find myself wondering
if you let your boots touch the ground.
Sometimes I feel it is my fault
for not taking the advice you gave
to find the spot that Lexx made you come
and you came
without infidelity
or