Fetishep's blog: "more poems"

My, oh my, your tits are lookin' good, With those nipples stickin' out like wood! They're poking out like a puppy's nose, And they're colored like a dark red rose! They look delicious, there, on your breasts, That they draw from me just one request. Can I give them my mouth's attention? To feast on them, is my intention! See how they harden from my sucking, They stir me so I'll want some fucking! They taste much sweeter than berry wine, You've filled me with joy, making them mine!!

Adjusts her thong in the mirror; streaked bangs, Felix the cat look, sittin' on a chump's lap, frozen stiff inside, deer in the headlights of his talentless shit bag money. Show me some leg now; alabaster skin tinted pink. Foot parade . . . high arched refinement. Each passing generation the gene's get worse-breeding ourselves backwards; so she stands out like a dying flower in a field of flourishing weeds. I don't pick her so others can see . . . beautiful clouds passing before the face of a girl. Who never was. She turned eighteen when she was nine. And they say writing's a lonely profession. Maybe. I wouldn't mind being alone if I could shut up all the voices in my head, ghosts, what people said. Only way is to write it out, bleed it out. Double espresso 4 AM. Even hot coffee gets cold, old. Empty as a dumpster after the garbageman's come; shopping sprees for her, gambling sprees for me, trying to fill it up. Warm pretty body lays by her side, suffocating her with his cardboard love . . . is not paper weights and things to do before the world throws up itself again. I take one drink of her-too many-a thousand never enough. Her hair's like dirty brown whiskey soaked in fucksweat. I could kill her with the next thrust but I die instead inside her, knowing her lake isn't deep enough to accept all I could pour into her. How much energy does it take to pretend it's cloudy when the sun's in your eyes. Shades. That's all. Like a drug. Denial. Sleep. Shaded existence. She disappears behind the next guy and the next guy and the next is sure to be the one, projecting their fantasies onto her luminescent screen. Shadow play. So turn and give me your ripe proud ass one more time, crevice like the Grand Canyon's deep enough for my thoughts, leaving you on the lap of luxury sailing nowhere. Slowly. Walk out the door. Don't turn around. Show my back; everyone's receding, following the big bang theory into oblivion. My eyes are wet for no one. Only me in this mirror. Two dimensional stage where we play. Beyond my regretful face, through the looking glass I see: She's undressed now except for her shoes. But I'm the one who's naked, and bruised by her smile.

The great fucks in life what do you remember it’s not the orgasm but something small the way your shoulders shook when I held you in the rain how your cigarette smelled when you exhaled in my car or just watching you laugh discovering your joy I don’t want to belabor this what’s done is done but I can’t forget your throat or the way you talked to my cat in your cat talking voice and I can’t visit that now I can only be with you in the place that doesn’t begin or end I can’t remember my orgasm but I can see your head slamming back against the arm of the sofa high stakes poker shouldn’t have bet all of me maybe you can run you can hide and I wish I could I have my writing is it enough would I sacrifice that if I really thought it might but there was nothing that I could ever have said or done I can’t remember my orgasm I see myself having sex with a hole in the crotch of your torn jeans and thinking that was the living end this town is like a cemetery tombstone markers wherever I go I can’t remember my orgasm but I can taste the mangoes the strawberries how they never smelled as good as you or how the skin of any fruit could never be as buttery smooth as you or suck as sweet as your throat I loved someone who couldn’t accept my love without leaving a hundred times over a hundred different ways all that’s left is to leave only see you speak to you in that forever place of dreams eating mangoes