and then there were words

poems | nyc | prose  millenniannals

[1nn32dem0n5]

we all suffer at the end

[1nn32dem0n5]

in the shade

a teenage shiba braces against taut leash. he wants to bask in the sun just a foot away, but his owner is being courted by a skinny-jeaned mouth breather and doesn't notice.

[1nn32dem0n5]

she didn't come

hey mami. yeah you with the moist iPhone come touch my endless mono-penis I swear I'm clean, I used axe body wash. It's dark but if you come closer you can see im not sixteen, just feel my steel wool pubes and you’ll know - does a sixteen year old have pubes like these? come here and god and I will bless you with eternal regret. see these these hundred dollars could be yours all six of them, tonight if you say the word - and say it like you would to soothe a skittish horse. I want the girlfriend experience you see I want you to call me daddy and hold me like someone once held you before you chose this life - before you became a cunt of ill repute - while you still believed in love and someone bought you fresh pretzels. come. I love you. come. I am relentless. come. and I'll make the background noise fade away for just an hour or maybe more if you give me a good rate. come.

[1nn32dem0n5]

in a city like this where daytime is on 42 and 7th where ice costs 6.99 a bag where the rats fear little where your plug's faster than seamless where shouting at the top of your lungs naked in the middle of the street barely turns heads where the tickets are already sold out where the doorman has more followers than you where the kitchen is a jog away everything is possible but very little's probable and people fall apart much quicker than they come together

[1nn32dem0n5]

Underneath the windowsill

Two years that Ive lived Here I see the underside Of the windowsill I see how crooked it is And I cant help but think To myself what other things Have I just been letting pass Me by in life?

[1nn32dem0n5]

I'm a great teller of other people's stories

[1nn32dem0n5]

best mornings

the screeching bottlecap pawed across the floor wakes me to face the music: dildos dipped in human caviar, all across the watchtower softly on repeat, wet rice in my belly button, vomit in my hair and warm metal on my wrists, the fat cat drinks from the floor, his brother fights the cap. wheres the fucking key? note on my dresser. “i took your key. class at 7. see you for lunch.” so i go back to sleep and smile

[1nn32dem0n5]

snowblind in a hyatt

an idolatry of tits in rhythm to the four-and-one-and beat sway prophetically. go! go! go! before the will dies before purpose fades before the snow dries out. laconic foreplay precedes a feral display of condom- less sexual hegemony. she bellows prophetically. polymorphic fettucini slithers, muddled in blood, plops out onto crisp, dry, white hyatt sheets. a sexual chimera of fluids. it pulses out of a canal of ill repute but still demanding of a healthy rate. a pretty normal girl if there ever was one. we lay like clammy lovers on our fresh bed-canvas. I rub her back with verve. she coos mellodiously and nd gets her phone to show me how she clears out the rest of her night.

[1nn32dem0n5]

the big bird eats first

a slew of frazzled sparrows wait their turn, wide-eyed and restless but the big bird flies away and the meal is gone. sparrows share the garbage, pidgeons run with the spoils. there's a metaphor in here somewhere.

[1nn32dem0n5]

heres to illegal things becoming legal

[1nn32dem0n5]

I am alive when you're around me but since you've left I relish in the luxury of your regret.

[1nn32dem0n5]

find what you love and fuck it. raw.

[1nn32dem0n5]

a man of base desires

the sun is almost out the garbage men trudge and bang scraping metal and plastic against asphalt. bird cries pierce through ear plugs. I'm perched on the bed, unable to sleep, heart racing, eyes dry, unblinking, anticipating a thing that won't arrive. it's nearing 6. a Saturday. the room smells of smoke and vodka, dampness pervades. Hemingway and Hunter had a pact. I feel like I want in. I left the door ajar this time, they'll find me faster if needed, but I know it won't be. i've been through this a thousand times, and a thousand times i've made it.      not all days were made to be productive. not all lives have meaning.

[1nn32dem0n5]

I always got along best with those people who in a group conversation listened instead of waiting for their turn to talk.

[1nn32dem0n5]

this feels right for me

she was the least civilized girl i had fucked and yet she made the most demands of me and it felt good to be needed it felt good to see her smile and to know that it was me, i did that.

[1nn32dem0n5]

the rabbit

it was another saturday ruined by weed, netflix, and the almost irresistible human urge to conserve energy, known colloquially as being a lazy piece of shit. that anyone achieves anything in this overstimulated year of our Lord and Savior 2022 fascinates me.

[1nn32dem0n5]

echoes in a tent

I saw you in a lounge and when you looked my way I froze couldn’t look back so I pretended I didn’t see you and I tried to look so busy in my laptop wondering if you’d recognize me with my blonde hair, wondering if you’d have the balls to come over and say hi like I didn't, wondering how you’d act towards her, would you be nice or say 'fuck you, bitch!' or do a passive agression, but I see your boy is with you so I know if you’d come it would be fine. how weird it is it’s been years and I still can’t listen to that album I much don't even want to try I'm saving it for something. so finally I look up to least meet your gaze and nod like Bateman and the butler do in that one meme at the coffee place abroad but when I catch your eye I realize it isn't you. it's just a rando.