and you’re a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon

Hey there, Internet. I haven’t been around too much because I’ve been busy rounding up the local homeless and tricking them into doing my yard work in exchange for some Canadian change I got at a McDonald’s one time and a snack-sized ziplock of flour I told them was cocaine. I wouldn’t have even mentioned the part about the flour to you if it weren’t for the fact that they’re homeless and they don’t get the Internet at the corner of Hammond Aire Plaza and Airline so it’s not like they’ll find out or anything.

Here:

i think your feelings
regarding anilingus
are pretty crappy.

a clitoral kiss
my tongue slides down your thigh, then
oops! up the poop shoot.

you know, i could swear
that before we got freaky
my tongue wasn’t brown.

Those were some haiku.

(for you)

(tastes like poo)

(it’s true!)

(doo doo)