dry land is a myth

my own stuff

[nolashorttermrental]

Amplexus

Please tell me my fortune from the moldy markings in the bottom of my unwashed coffee cup. The simplest magic must endure so lets decide the crescent moon means something different tonight and construct the shrine: swoop the gentle harvest, clutch a hay penny before it slips the palm and reenters circulation. I tell myself to cherish the crush, bow to the bushes, keep reverence afloat in my pooling fury.

I biked past an old woman on her porch in a floral house dress arm outstretched pointing towards the horizon with three pigeons feasting on top her human perch. My world turns on these moments in ways I cant explain to you. lets exchange the warts of time spent close in this strange puddle we hatch into and wriggle through. Help me hold onto some kind of meaning like two mating toads entwined.

[yiorgos-amplexus]

Tincture

Is it so wrong of us, we the irreperably ugly, to demand extravagant beauty surround us? We are unsophisticated: we love childrens art and hate the police and cherish unsteady voices. Simple as that. How many of us casual criminals does it take to steal a lightbulb, or toilet paper from the co-op bathroom? Buy us some bandaids to put on the wounds of circumstance. Shoplift us some hippie garbage that will make our realistic hatreds dissolve. Tell us our shitty worldview is a plant based medicine and put us into tiny glass dropper bottles full of neutral spirits.

[yiorgos-amplexus]

“its deeply unclear”

things haven’t worked out like I thought they should:

I wasn’t good at giving blowjobs and my belly button ring got infected.

we did the cocaine, got hella vapid, but porn never came true.

the day we realized that some mens entire job is transporting

milk across state lines, you couldn’t believe you left

your charger at the truck stop!

at least some dogs like me, even after

my endless failure.

I lit all the right candles, but still drip misery,

cant reconcile the constant. I break

my pens to smoke drugs out of the tube

and thats why writing is hard.

I got someone elses shit on the back of my jeans

when I pissed in the bushes in the dark,

I was too drunk to notice, tried to mingle,

ruined the party.

they tell me that if I didnt smell so bad

love might get easier.

[yiorgos-amplexus]

sweet nothings

hey girl, you will always have

a big booty in the rap video of my heart.

[yiorgos-amplexus]

Not twine

I am a bit of string Long, fraying Tangled up in some crap Somewhere. Wrapping around ankles. Dripping with gutter water. “I didn’t raise you to be a string!” Sorry ma, I can’t help it.

[myqsl]

Cricket and Seaweed

[yiorgos-amplexus]

This is from the same town in rural LA my family is from

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Very important

[yiorgos-amplexus]

Weather report: overheard at rallyburger

"I got money in my pocket. Money in my pocket and I know what I'm spending it on. Gonna get a burger and go home to my old lady. There's nothing like spending your money on a beautiful woman. It's been too cold this winter. I like spending money on a girl but it's too damn cold to get pissed on. Too cold for one of those golden showers. Too cold to get pissed all over. You know what I mean?"

[yiorgos-amplexus]

Weather report #1

Today in New Orleans it got so hot that everyone's dildos melted. The only sex toys left in the city had been kept in climate controlled storage units. These lucky few are selling for thousands of dollars, snatched up by all my froth mouthed sex fiend friends and acquaintances, wild eyed, still wiping the plastic puddles off their crotches.

[yiorgos-amplexus]

nasty man

she tried to sleep under the stolen airline blanket I'd been doing butt-stuff on top of all day.

[yiorgos-amplexus]

Dreamjob

"I always wanted to work in the church" "Oh yeah? You want to preach or something?" "Oh fuck no! I think I'd make a really good pew."

[yiorgos-amplexus]

ripening

Oh, eat cheap everywhere and cry blood together. Later comes the old ache of a young body dying. Soon no one will be there to help me through the fever dream, the lingering vision of a wolf smile with milk teeth. Who will splash ice water on my naked burning? Who could find the faucet in this blackout?

[yiorgos-amplexus]

smoking the push

Behind the register I think on the development of my perverse desires: What makes my hands tremble when I speak of it?

All pleasure is fleeting, each thirst returns, kids come to these conclusions. I wear blinders like a working mule.

Is it that strange to confuse want with need so tightly that my teeth clench?

[yiorgos-amplexus]

[yiorgos-amplexus]

Polydesmid millipede in NY