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Don’t blame me, I voted for chaos. Don’t blame me, I voted for love. Don’t blame me, I voted for night-time. Don’t blame me, I voted for dope. Don’t blame me, I voted for Jesus. Don’t blame me, I voted … Continue reading →

Well, this hardly seems fair. She got the loft, she got the records, she got about seventy percent of the friends – which included all of the cute ones (though they probably started off as hers anyway) and now with … Continue reading →

The wedding hookup was drunken, loud shameful and short. It was with a stranger who “normally doesn’t do anything like this – really!” but had condoms enough for a dozen more encounters. The wedding hookup was not without experienced participants. … Continue reading →

The girl you left at the bar so you could take that booty call was a little hurt at first but then upon reflection realized that the sort of guy who’d abandon her for that sure thing wasn’t the sort … Continue reading →

I am driving past the town you lived in ten years back when we fought so feverishly about the commute and argued about why you had to come to me when I wouldn’t visit you. Turns out you were right. … Continue reading →

Hello. How you doin’? Why am I calling after so long and so many words left said? Well, I was just thinking back and wondering… Look: is there any chance that we’re getting back together? I know it’s abrupt but … Continue reading →

The roadsign I just passed for Delaney’s Grill offered to serve “Heaven’s Steak” which got me thinking about just what heaven’s steak would taste like. It’s got to be good – but like ice cream or gravy fries or sex? … Continue reading →

Why am I staring? Really? You really need me to tell you? You need to hear how I justify looking at you persistently penetratingly penitently? You need an explanation? Because you’re smokin’, that’s why. No, not that thing you hold … Continue reading →

The bike broke eight times when I was young since I loved it too well and too poorly both at once. I didn’t know how to treat this thing I spent such time with and hurt it with a zest … Continue reading →

“And he would do anything to get it back” is the last line of the first draft of the latest poem that I wrote. It was about a toy and a boy who was a goy on Christmas Day who … Continue reading →