Such a bastard
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there's whimpering in the air and
the scent of spring lays in the ashes of
cigarettes smoked after mad fucking and
delirious melodrama and words spoken
needlessly,
"did you cum?"
yeah, I came, but the flare wasn't a cloud
burst or pyro's fire display, but yeah, I came
there are birds sitting in a tree and dropping
shit onto the tables of frozen chess players
and sidewalk prophets outside predicting doom,
,
through frosted window panes, tangled in
sheets months from the washer she cocks
her head and exhales the smoke like mist
on a moor,
"I feel like a whore, sometimes."
'just sometimes?" I ask.
pulling my boxers from the crack of my ass
and drinking from a can of stale beer I laugh
she throws a pillow then flicks her cigarette at me,
"you're such a bastard--"all the time."
J. Masuda © 2006
the scent of spring lays in the ashes of
cigarettes smoked after mad fucking and
delirious melodrama and words spoken
needlessly,
"did you cum?"
yeah, I came, but the flare wasn't a cloud
burst or pyro's fire display, but yeah, I came
there are birds sitting in a tree and dropping
shit onto the tables of frozen chess players
and sidewalk prophets outside predicting doom,
,
through frosted window panes, tangled in
sheets months from the washer she cocks
her head and exhales the smoke like mist
on a moor,
"I feel like a whore, sometimes."
'just sometimes?" I ask.
pulling my boxers from the crack of my ass
and drinking from a can of stale beer I laugh
she throws a pillow then flicks her cigarette at me,
"you're such a bastard--"all the time."
J. Masuda © 2006