Maybe now your ghost will leave me.

You drove me around town
in that old white Cadillac
and you were always listening to that
terrible
rap music while
complaining about panic attacks
and life is just so
hard.

We'd drive around and
at the slightest hint of traffic
you
were rice on a wedding day
falling to the ground in
a thousand wild
grains.

Meanwhile,
I was neck deep
in court ordered service
and had to listen to it all as
your dog stuck his big,
dumb,
fat head up into
the front seat,
trying to offer his own
two
cents.

Meanwhile,
I'd just gotten out of jail
and the least you could do
was the most you ever would
and you proclaimed yourself
the
hero.

Its really not that you were so bad,
it all just always came with a
price.

You thought that a ride somewhere
somehow deserved great accolade or
constituted endlessly
devoted
love.

Honestly, you could have driven that
big white boat
off a cliff and
I wouldn't have thought
twice.

All I ever asked was that
you showed up
at least when you claimed you would
or,
eventually,
even at all.

So when you packed it in
(surprise surprise)
amidst the gentle crumbling of my sanity,
I thought that,
surely,
after the ensuing agony,
self reflection and
woe is me,
you'd have the common decency
to flush yourself down the drain
of my profound regret and
wasted
time.

Yet there you are,
lingering in the most
inopportune
places.

Somehow,
in your brief time of
residency you
grabbed my sex firmly by its manhood
and have ripped it grimly through
my aching
balls.

Each pound of flesh that
I press beneath my own you
appear dutifully
every
time,

Punctual for once you're
a looming audience and
a most
unwanted
bedfellow.

Each penetration is a menage:
us and
you and
us
together.

There we all are and
I,
the hopelessly addicted animal,
ferociously crave
your
skin.

A man unhinged,
I want to fill the room
with our unholy scent and
sin.

I yearn to spit into your
gaping mouth
as a fistful of you
is pulled toward
hell.

As I begin to push myself inside
the wet envelopment
that defies proper description of:
name -
taste -
smell -
or sensation,
you arrive to mock me and
pulling my eyes toward you
I go numb at the waist.

Until before me you are


DEVOURED


by a submissive and depraved
young creature


BEGGING FOR ME


while I look into your
blissfully pained eyes
gleefully lost in the pure pleasure of
this perversion and


I KNOW


that this is what you wanted from
the beginning and
I give you every inch by
throbbing
inch.


AND FINALLY,
THE CACOPHONY OF
ORGASM AND
FLUIDS!

THE KITTEN GLISTENING BRILLIANTLY,
PAINTED BY NUMBERS
A MILLION SPERM RACING
TOWARD NIRVANA!

TWO TITS!

TANNED STOMACH!

LOVER!

SLAVE!

OUR SADISTIC FLESH
SATISFIED!






(beat)







Awake now.
Eyes open.
Her face.

I Inhale.
Exhale.

Take in stale and
cursed night air,
four sickening walls
ten dead fingers and
ten dead toes,
I hate you in this moment
more than there
are worthy
words to
describe.

In a breathless embrace she
runs her hands over my
sweat slick shoulders and
desperately
presses her breath
into my mouth and
in the distance I hear
the fade of your
lifeless,
taunting
laughter.

Another emission
yours.

Great thief you've won
again.

In the dark I
shut my eyes
and
pray:

Flee from me
unending night
and give me
rest.

A relief from the constant
and cumbersome burden of
you.