I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod

I’m rockin’ this dad bod & making it look good Unapologetically localized Home in Suburban neighborhoods I’m not trying to distract Any of the ladies living nearby I’m just trying to live my life I’m just your normal, boring guy I’m prematurely grumpy A hermit; writing down in the dungeon Devastatingly handsome, locked away KeepContinue reading “I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod”

I Often Catch Myself

    I often catch myself Glancing up at your windowpane Occasionally seeing a silhouette Memories of youth still remain   Possibly spying a lacy chemise But now you’re wearing the curtains Or maybe there was nothing on But I couldn’t know for certain   The morning light not quite seen I might feel likeContinue reading “I Often Catch Myself”

The Government Wants To Lock Me Up

The government wants to lock me up For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan Turning society into robotic morons I just can’t continue to work for The Man Trying to sell us artificial stimulants Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought Falsified histories & professional victims The system wipes us away without any thoughtContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

Crawling Away From Sudden Shores

Crawling away from sudden shores Locked away in anterior rooms Sunlit beauties try to remain pale Complexities of intimate bedgloom Modern mermaids express themselves Repelled by their former clamshell Their silence betrayed the insane Meeting up again behind the bandshell Eastbound Portola around the curve Writing hard to retain your shape Lost in the InnerContinue reading “Crawling Away From Sudden Shores”

Chloe Thurlow

  “Eating the peach is a meditation. Your mind empties of all the must dos and should have dones. You are pure being. Your lover’s tongue is the key that turns the lock that opens the pleasure box. Life has few perfect moments; moments of cunnilingus score the highest on the sex blissometer.”― Chloe Thurlow,Continue reading “Chloe Thurlow”

Meandering Down An Etched Path

Meandering down an etched pathWith vines & foliage on all sidesThe overgrowth keeps secrets locked& provides the perfect place to hide I know where I always wish to beA forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to lookReality, hatred & cruelty forever expungedI’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book

I. Unlocking Our Shackles

Unlocking our shacklesLeading us out, presented as a mannequinThis is our coming out – an introductionForced grins are as useless as foreskins Wishing we were polite in this instructional societyThey have us strutting around as a debutanteThe promise of a honeymoon for lewd servantsBut these demons only allow us to unseemly haunt Image by Markus Spiske from Pixabay 

Sometimes I’m An Awkward Lover

Sometimes I’m an awkward loverI try to slap your ass & pull your hairBut I don’t always have confidenceBut I’m doing my very best down thereBut I can promise you one thing, dearI will love you and only you forevermoreI may be a gentleman at public eventsBut I’ll be your pirate behind locked doors

Lost To The World

    Lost to the worldLocked in her own deviceOnce sought afterRemaining temperate of iceBeauty a lesser value nowHiding behind electronicsBinary thoughts; needs a rebootNow she’ll need Hooked on Phonics Image by Karolina Grabowska from Pixabay 

Unlocking Inspiration In The Night

Unlocking inspiration in the nightEmerging from the shadows & dark placesRising from a migrant slumberNew life without any of the fragile tracesA travesty banished to the pastAlong with all heartache & fearEndless scribbles upon discarded paperThe truth within ink stains & pencil smears