I was kind of thinking i could kill you and let your ghost fuck me in the ass
i've virtually seen you around here
commenting witticisms and making me lol
i was kind of thinking i could kill you
and let your ghost fuck me in the ass
i was kind of thinking you could punch me back
i was kind of hoping you were free for the afternoon
sometime next year
i'm going to pretend you love me, and that when you blindfold me and toss me in your trunk
that you haven’t done that shit before.
I'm special to you.
i can just feel it
i would totally let you titty fuck me
when i was in grad school i was never feminist enough.
i didn't think fucking was rape, and if i found a man i wanted to fuck long enough and hard
enough i would take his last name
affection is reckless
my dreams are so fond of you. your hands are huge and i want them wrapped around my neck so i have a good excuse as to why i have stopped breathing.
one time i got into an argument with a girl about love.
she wanted to know how did you know if it was real or a version of it and i said reality does not titty fuck you like your last boyfriend and ask where you want it to cum reality does not send messages to human authors to record its words reality is only perception and perception is always skewed so it might not matter if it is real or a version of it because no answer satisfies the question
what was the question again
love is not a very polite house guest, it jerks off in your shower, and it misses the toilet seat, and it tries to fuck your sister or mother
i like to pretend i am not waiting for your dick like that mother fucker who told me i am going to hell is waiting for the second coming but i am hanging onto the edge of my bed like i have far to fall
that chick was so pissed i said titty fucking
i guess i say this all to say i love you
even humanism got tired from the lack of magic.
i have never been the greatest feminist
my legs just open when i hear your voice. it's kind of like the natural law etching itself into my thighs.
and i would totally let you titty fuck me
Lara's first book, Next to Guns, can be found at www.grievousjonespress.com (Grievous Jones Press, 2009). She recently co-edited and contributed to Blood at the Chelsea (Erbacce Press 2010), an anthology of writers writing for other writers. You can also read Lara's work online and in print at New Aesthetic, Gutter Eloquence, Word Riot, Left Hand Waving and various other rad places.
Two of my great passions together at last!!!!
My wife leaned over my shoulder as I was coding this thing, and said "these poems are totally your kind of poems. I had to agree.