I hope you came

I hope you met her there
At that supernova of a moment,
And she couldn't decide
To kill kick or cry
Slap spill or slither
Roll glide yaw or thrust

I say all this
Because I could swear
I saw my semen crusted heart
On your kitchen floor
When I came to pick up my nightstand
Not knowing
just how many people
Had dibs on that one said stand

But she did
And you came
All over my sweet
Pussy farty hearty
And there was no
Wet nap cleanup cloth
Just a dirty porno booth
Of a floor

While she thrusted and barrel rolled
Changing her oil all over that big dick
Her jet engines swinging in your face

I mean its like you said...
How could I not?

Actually

I had made it
Formed from the blood of my own thoughts
I held it
And debated it uses.
The way a lady can look at a placenta
And wonder what else
What else could I do with this
Mess
Bloody
Tangle
Of organic circuitry
A facial
A meal
A special place
In your womb mummafuck
Where I hung my hat.

I read that the number 6
Even as she seems
would be the devil
And my countdown wouldn't last
as long as hoped
Or expected.

She asked me what I read
Anyways
Irregardless
Of what I had studied
And practiced
Complete disregard for my extensive knowledge
In the fine areas of alcohol consumption
Amd cheap trickin...

She wanted to know what I had read
So I showed her it
Illegible as blood vessels tend to be
My copy of final call
The tabloid section of the post and
An old outdated book by rollo may
About why we do as we do...
She ate it all up.
Every loving spoonful.
Love that girl dammit.

And when I click this button

You will implode.
Just here in this area,
Between your head and heart
In that funny space
You were in last time
he kissed you
And it felt real
And new and raw and tasty
And you swore
That next time
You would pickle,
preserve and purify this thing
Condense it, create a reduction
As to focus it
Where it should go
Into his bleeding heart
watch it as it implodes
Go through this.
Notice its elasticity
Frame by frame
I click this button,
You smile my way.

Who is kevin finnerty

Slightly bandaged
He awaits recovery
Embarassed by his nurse
In debted to her
His eyes roll and he slowly accumulates
A mental hospital bill
An ever growing tab

You might wonder the point
Of a morphine drip
Why they might wonder
Who kevin finerty really is...
Who am I
Where am I going
Why offer such a thing
Of such narcotic intoxication
Why smile then look away
Gliding that knife to and fro
Over that angelfood
Like jesus parting the good from soso
Like the poor from the indebted.

You might even ask yourself...

7thand40th part dos

He walked past a little place
A small portal of undoing.
Remembering a slight tatter of cloth,
The beginning of a frayed edge
A hint of the word threadbare...

The smell of hustled weed,
Elevator grease,
And muslin flooded his face
Janitors, hipsters, chatty katthy colonopin ingestions

Then to old coke weilding tree trunks of men
It was all coming to an opened ended circle
A reason to keep looking over your shoulder
Motivation to keep ones feet on the diagonal

Spilled suede in my wine she did...
And the kid still has the shoes to prove it
Looking back he wonders
Without the shoes
Would it have happened?
Without the scars,
Can you really prove u went to war?

He remains
Looking into love and romance
On a shallow angle of entry
Avoiding the tangential
Embracing the radial.