Dinner
It’s an appropriately trendy, and actually good restaurant. The menu has been discussed, orders given. A good choice of restaurants’ to regroup
The discussion turns to, “in the day.” The women speak of horribly flawed exes. Theirs.’ Friend’s, and sibling had. Boy’s/Men with bad habit’s, tempers, and choices. “It was fun a first so glad I/she got away.” Seem to be the universal theme. Looking back not so much with anger but a different perspective, than early 20’s selves.
I start to laugh inappropriately; they look at me, thinking one to many, Boorish, or just knowingly?”
I explain, “You know at a different table, that I’m that boy friend.” Now everyone laughs, because it’s true. I’ am the picture of nasty rumours. These kind, and beautiful women tolerate, and at times even celebrate my excesses
25 April 2015
24 April 2015
23 April 2015
21 April 2015
20 April 2015
19 April 2015
19.04.15
such a
Nice surprise
A
gone, gone
girl
with my coffee
Blonde with
My darkness
Stiletto’s ad a summer dress
In sea of denim
Come closer
Closer
Yes there
Now we will
Speak of
Love and lust
Of
You and me
my mouth devours you
Let
Them stare
Pity them
Life without passion
Is not life at all
They are
The
Walking dead
14 April 2015
04.14.95
In a bar
Next too
The place
Where my friend dances for men,
you say she sells herself
nicotine stained lungs I speak to you in tongues
And you say my life is a mix of Picasso, Kerouac
Lines, gin and women
I am too high to notice to gone to care
You say my
Madness comes from sadness
Then you
Quit saying anything
Still I miss you
Sometimes
In a bar
Next too
The place
Where my friend dances for men,
you say she sells herself
nicotine stained lungs I speak to you in tongues
And you say my life is a mix of Picasso, Kerouac
Lines, gin and women
I am too high to notice to gone to care
You say my
Madness comes from sadness
Then you
Quit saying anything
Still I miss you
Sometimes
13 April 2015
10 April 2015
09 April 2015
08 April 2015
The Gift
“Donnie, you notice that shite Ford been behind us all night?” I ask and check the mirror.
“I’ll bet Steve’s behind this! He’s having me followed because I left him!” Courtney rages
“It’s got be the guy in the khaki’s, you know the one who shows’s up with a newspaper everywhere we go.”
“Lets go get my car we re making this too easy.” It’s at her apartment Donnie starts driving there.
We pull into the complex.
“Blimey he’s half a block away he must’ve trained in Quantico,” I say. Inside Courtney’s flat, she makes drinks. We turn the stereo up. Don and talk she paces nervously.
“OK Love, we’re going out again you’ll sit in my lap. She is the younger soon to be Ex-wife of an oil executive, and 27 she’s a bit older than his kid, and lot older than me. She has long blonde hair a perfect tan, flawless body, and enhanced breasts. Tonight she’s wearing a little black dress and stilettos. She’s hard to miss especially in the places I go. We go to that concrete bunker, and the cathedral of 3-chord rock.
One of my friends run’s a little reconnaissance.
She walks by” 9mm. Ankle holster, and a newspaper. She smiles and keeps walking
“The port, Big Man owes us one!”
Mick comes by “I got all the film opens his jacket hands me film containers. I reach into my jacket and give him 2 glycerine packets. He hands me the canisters.
I exposed the film in the camera too, Reedy put the light from his Lambretta scooter on it.
“I’ll remember this, Thanks’ mate.” I shake his hand and slip him a 20$
“Getting in the car Don said, “II hope he doesn’t get lost.”
A candy apple red Corvette with side pipes and no top in the worst parts of town, even Clouseau can follow that, “ we laugh getting into the car. Courtney is light maybe 7 stone maybe 1.8 metres. A tall cool drink of water. We head for a bar on the port; our little friend behind us.
We file in go to big man’s table and pay respects. A waitress instantly brings drink the mountain of a black Man that, is big Man motions us to sit down. Donnie ‘s about 1.9 metres 16 stone looks smaller.
“Why you here dressed like a biker”” he says smiling.
“I got a little problem, the cracker sitting in his car looking scared,” I answer.
“He needs to go?” Big Man smiles.
“ I want him gift wrapped,” I answered laughing. Donnie and Big Man roar with laughter. Big Man signals waitress brings drinks bend over as he whispers.
He smiles folds his hands we chat while a band plays funk in the background.
The waitress hands me a paper bag in it car keys a Smith and Wesson 9 mm. a wallet a P.I. badge
Big Man laughs and says” he in the trunk of his ford.”
Don grabs the keys, and say’s Let’s make a delivery”
I shake Big Man’s hand, and ask, “We cool baby?”
He laughs “get your white ass out of my club, it’s dark out.” laughing,
Outside Donnie opens the boot says something and closes it.
When I get in the car Courtney burst with questions, “Oh my God is he alive!?! Who was that what is Donnie doing? Where are we going? “ “What exactly is it you do for a living?”
“OK yes alive, and pretty uncomfortable. Don is telling private investigator with Chris Dell that his info has been photocopied and that if he doesn’t give us a bother he will be OK. We are going to leave him on Steve’s Porch with a note, “Do you think you’re playing with children?” “I work at clubs play guitar when I’m lucky, and that's all you want to know .”
“OK I will smile. She answers.”
“I am not just a teenager you ask all the questions you like, I ‘m just giving you a gift.
Driving through the quiet posh neighbourhood . We pull down the street from Courtney’s soon to be ex. Don Carries the Chris Dell private investigator leaves on the porch rings the bell runs to my car, and starts driving. Like leaving a Halloween prank. “You couldn’t drive something less obvious,” Donnie says for the millionth time.
A few months later Courtney gets a generous settlement
Fading photo
Blair shows me photo so, old; do I remember? A bit, the Tri-Delta softball game, a night on 6th street, too many drinks, and a fight. Woman at that overrated club, “How is she punk?”
Turning to her boyfriend, you want to muzzle the bitch she’s getting on me nerves. Mate.
He turns his back on me. Never sees the punch open palm to the ear. He screams in pain and charges me at that point a hip throw introduces him to the floor.
Hard core still going off, I am calling the police!” I just walk off her swings are clumsy and easy to deflect. I don’t fight women. A friend, Jewel’s also a hard-core girl nails her with a full can of beer, in her face. She drops to the ground. A fiver, and a kiss to Jewels to cover her beer, and the next bar. Then we can’t go back to the sorority
Then cool spring night. A friend with a sofa. You sneaking in the morning. Me promising to show up to cheer. There I am in the stands later a tux shirt leather jeans and black-out shades in a sea of prep.. I just watching you not the game so hung over gauloises hanging out my mouth flask of tequila in my hand. Yeah, I remember me and you, Fire and Ice always steamy, never dull.
Blair shows me photo so, old; do I remember? A bit, the Tri-Delta softball game, a night on 6th street, too many drinks, and a fight. Woman at that overrated club, “How is she punk?”
Turning to her boyfriend, you want to muzzle the bitch she’s getting on me nerves. Mate.
He turns his back on me. Never sees the punch open palm to the ear. He screams in pain and charges me at that point a hip throw introduces him to the floor.
Hard core still going off, I am calling the police!” I just walk off her swings are clumsy and easy to deflect. I don’t fight women. A friend, Jewel’s also a hard-core girl nails her with a full can of beer, in her face. She drops to the ground. A fiver, and a kiss to Jewels to cover her beer, and the next bar. Then we can’t go back to the sorority
Then cool spring night. A friend with a sofa. You sneaking in the morning. Me promising to show up to cheer. There I am in the stands later a tux shirt leather jeans and black-out shades in a sea of prep.. I just watching you not the game so hung over gauloises hanging out my mouth flask of tequila in my hand. Yeah, I remember me and you, Fire and Ice always steamy, never dull.
05 April 2015
26 March 2015
The Bus
A young man walk’s up to me, and I notice bad ink, all over his face. Oh an encounter with some disenfranchised excon; now I can die.
He point’s at the tear drops “Do you know what this mean’s?” He say’s proudly.
“One of us got caught, now step back before I smoke you like Marlboro.” He looks confused, and walk’s away. I’m still a radge.
A young man walk’s up to me, and I notice bad ink, all over his face. Oh an encounter with some disenfranchised excon; now I can die.
He point’s at the tear drops “Do you know what this mean’s?” He say’s proudly.
“One of us got caught, now step back before I smoke you like Marlboro.” He looks confused, and walk’s away. I’m still a radge.
22 March 2015
21 March 2015
Temper, Temper
You were by my side when I was cautionary tale. I went from zero to a hundred my fist colliding with someone, a roundhouse kick. It almost went with the music. I had evolved from guitar player to urban legend. In the concrete bunkers we lived in every night who I was and how I earned the benjy’s in my bloody, bloody left hand were common knowledge. It was still all about the music, but the Saturday thing had crept into Wednesday, then I decided to go dark. I guess then, I only acted like monster, and not so much looked like one. The graffiti, after they took me down, by that Rasta god I called friend at the dive we began so many nights at. Me lying on the ground weapon in hand bleeding, dying. Caption “T’was beauty killed the beast!” in the background a tall woman walking away.
The women, oh the women you witnessed them all, actually liked one or two. A favourite moment when you walked over the model/actress to meet the one I was chatting up. I look at you, and say. et tu Brute, “ both women looked so blank. You manically laughing, because you knew they were from rival agencies the equivalent of Montague’s and Capulet’s in those circles.
Do you remember, pushing me in a wheelchair, when that girl started crying, calling my name?” I didn’t even have to ask, we just left. You were there, and I remain forever in your debt.
After
You of all people should know, that some of that shite they were talking in E 10th Ave was true. In all the time you’ve known me I have never been more “civil.” Yes, I get angry, but I haven’t medicated away the parts of me, which might tend to disturb others, nor do I have any intention to do so.
If I don’t fit into your life in the V.2 I apologise and understand, and I’ll be sad for a while, but this is whom I am for better, or worst. It’s better that you remember me that way I am, than I put on an act when I am around you. I love you too much for, that.
You were by my side when I was cautionary tale. I went from zero to a hundred my fist colliding with someone, a roundhouse kick. It almost went with the music. I had evolved from guitar player to urban legend. In the concrete bunkers we lived in every night who I was and how I earned the benjy’s in my bloody, bloody left hand were common knowledge. It was still all about the music, but the Saturday thing had crept into Wednesday, then I decided to go dark. I guess then, I only acted like monster, and not so much looked like one. The graffiti, after they took me down, by that Rasta god I called friend at the dive we began so many nights at. Me lying on the ground weapon in hand bleeding, dying. Caption “T’was beauty killed the beast!” in the background a tall woman walking away.
The women, oh the women you witnessed them all, actually liked one or two. A favourite moment when you walked over the model/actress to meet the one I was chatting up. I look at you, and say. et tu Brute, “ both women looked so blank. You manically laughing, because you knew they were from rival agencies the equivalent of Montague’s and Capulet’s in those circles.
Do you remember, pushing me in a wheelchair, when that girl started crying, calling my name?” I didn’t even have to ask, we just left. You were there, and I remain forever in your debt.
After
You of all people should know, that some of that shite they were talking in E 10th Ave was true. In all the time you’ve known me I have never been more “civil.” Yes, I get angry, but I haven’t medicated away the parts of me, which might tend to disturb others, nor do I have any intention to do so.
If I don’t fit into your life in the V.2 I apologise and understand, and I’ll be sad for a while, but this is whom I am for better, or worst. It’s better that you remember me that way I am, than I put on an act when I am around you. I love you too much for, that.
21.03.15
He’s always
At work
She comes
Smiling
And easy
When he is gone
I wouldn’t confess to the dark one
She comes, and she comes
I accept her
With a light touch
No need to speak
Just
An embrace,
That tells all
And
I don’t fear him
And I don’t hate him
I get being alone
And she comes
And
She comes
And she comes
I get being alone
20 March 2015
Tour guide
I have 0% of getting into heaven, and I am not worried. I can hear the greetings shouted out as I enter hell. Satan and Beelzebub appear, I yawn and ask for the lake of fire to light my gauloises. Upside I can smoke again
Satan looked confused asks for my file. He starts reading taps Beelzebub they walk off, and talk Satan come’s back, and say’s “I have looked over your history, and there’s nothing here you haven’t seen, you qualify for our tour guide package. “
I answer “Brilliant, where do you keep the fallen Angel’s? There a lounge that, looks cool.
The women are amazing. I just have to avoid some my exes. Tour guide show people Hitler, Stalin, Nixon, W and Cheney
The bans are cool, we all knew we were headed here; just didn’t care.
I feel at home already. I recognise a lot of people. I hear my name shouted every so often. The fallen angels are serious party girls. My exes are still arguing who’s set in Mademoiselle was better. Who had more covers. This isn’t at all much different from my last life. I am going to see a show tonight, with a fallen angel tonight;I fit in just fine.
I have 0% of getting into heaven, and I am not worried. I can hear the greetings shouted out as I enter hell. Satan and Beelzebub appear, I yawn and ask for the lake of fire to light my gauloises. Upside I can smoke again
Satan looked confused asks for my file. He starts reading taps Beelzebub they walk off, and talk Satan come’s back, and say’s “I have looked over your history, and there’s nothing here you haven’t seen, you qualify for our tour guide package. “
I answer “Brilliant, where do you keep the fallen Angel’s? There a lounge that, looks cool.
The women are amazing. I just have to avoid some my exes. Tour guide show people Hitler, Stalin, Nixon, W and Cheney
The bans are cool, we all knew we were headed here; just didn’t care.
I feel at home already. I recognise a lot of people. I hear my name shouted every so often. The fallen angels are serious party girls. My exes are still arguing who’s set in Mademoiselle was better. Who had more covers. This isn’t at all much different from my last life. I am going to see a show tonight, with a fallen angel tonight;I fit in just fine.
Punk’s Storming Heaven
Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Shooting heaven straight into our necks.
Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.
16 March 2015
Baptism
Not so much club, as a concrete box where band’s play. Working the door black leather and a switchblade. Covers are not negotiable, nor are the rules.
The band is loud and not a favourite, with the heat. Cops are everywhere in the car park, which largely composed of gravel and broken glass. Walking through the club to intimidate.
One of the cop’s say’s there’s a red corvette with the top off in the parking lot.
“I know” I answer.
“No one’s bothering it “ The cop continue ‘s.
“I know” I answer
“Why is that?” the cop asks.
“I don’t know” I answer with a smile. It’s my car if you bother it, I will make sure you have a trip to the ER. I ‘m watching the door taking cover agreeing on head count with the promoter getting drinks from bartender; bored.
She walk’s through the door, long black hair stilettos fishnets, and breath taking short skirt.
She asks, “what’s cover?
I don’t answer I throw her against the wall switchblade open, and kiss her. She kisses back and presses against me.
I come up for air, and say “no cover, you’re one of us now ; punk!
Not so much club, as a concrete box where band’s play. Working the door black leather and a switchblade. Covers are not negotiable, nor are the rules.
The band is loud and not a favourite, with the heat. Cops are everywhere in the car park, which largely composed of gravel and broken glass. Walking through the club to intimidate.
One of the cop’s say’s there’s a red corvette with the top off in the parking lot.
“I know” I answer.
“No one’s bothering it “ The cop continue ‘s.
“I know” I answer
“Why is that?” the cop asks.
“I don’t know” I answer with a smile. It’s my car if you bother it, I will make sure you have a trip to the ER. I ‘m watching the door taking cover agreeing on head count with the promoter getting drinks from bartender; bored.
She walk’s through the door, long black hair stilettos fishnets, and breath taking short skirt.
She asks, “what’s cover?
I don’t answer I throw her against the wall switchblade open, and kiss her. She kisses back and presses against me.
I come up for air, and say “no cover, you’re one of us now ; punk!
15 March 2015
13 March 2015
HEB Montrose has the most entertainment of all area grocery stores. Last week a little possibly 5ft, tells “me tall –person reach, that for me, no filters-kind of brilliant.
Today a blonde walks by carrying 2 6 packs under each arm. I offer a hand. “ A woman after me heart, need a hand?”
Thanks’, but I am just headed to express check-out I am good” She answers.
“Marry me?” I counter.
“You would leave me when the beer ran out” She answers.
I say “In my case that’s probably a good thing, when you’re talking about me.”
She walks over gives me a kiss on the cheek, and goes to checkout
Today a blonde walks by carrying 2 6 packs under each arm. I offer a hand. “ A woman after me heart, need a hand?”
Thanks’, but I am just headed to express check-out I am good” She answers.
“Marry me?” I counter.
“You would leave me when the beer ran out” She answers.
I say “In my case that’s probably a good thing, when you’re talking about me.”
She walks over gives me a kiss on the cheek, and goes to checkout
I am guessing that if you don’t get by absurdist I mean Ubu Roi Jarry, Caligula, Saprano Eugène Ionesco, Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett. Instead you think I ‘m casting aspirations on your self created drama’s, then you’re never going to get me. She is younger, but she is not dumber, because you know a lot about one thing in no way mean’s that you’re as smart as you think.
12 March 2015
11 March 2015
10 March 2015
09 March 2015
08.03.15
You were impossibly
Young
I was incredibly
Old
You were so naïve, and innocent
I was faded and jaded
We walked together with my pack
You’re not
So young, nor illegal any more
I am suddenly not
Ancient
So we meet again
Walking and talking
Again
Everything’s changed
Nothings changed
As I wave goodbye
06 March 2015
05 March 2015
04 March 2015
04.03.15
I’ll love until the end of time
Love can you see me too?
Kiss before you go
I just wanted to know
A day of summer in winter
Tomorrow winter returns
I am better in the dark anyway
In my urban armour of black leather
Looking for a fix
You like the danger
mon coquina
fille
Te’adore mon cœur noir
03 March 2015
03.03.15
Home is
cluster phobic
Lets go to your Place
Home is
always screaming
go to your place
Home is
Sticking in my throat
Let's go your place
Home is
Standing on Me tits
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Angrily accusing
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Quietly loathing me
Let's go to your place
Love
Home is
cluster phobic
Lets go to your Place
Home is
always screaming
go to your place
Home is
Sticking in my throat
Let's go your place
Home is
Standing on Me tits
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Angrily accusing
Let's
Go to your place
Home is
Quietly loathing me
Let's go to your place
Love
01 March 2015
01.03.15
I miss the ritual
The snow monkeys
Resume’s that were sketches, chord’s
And scars
Now
We both have too many
Initial’s
Behind our names
The known was bounded by Tompkins Park, St Mark’s commons
You took me to rotaway beach
Pointed at the lights and said that’s where you’re
From
Across the ocean
I just kissed
Sick days and all the rest
Just noise
Your kiss always told me everything
28 February 2015
27 February 2015
25 February 2015
Monster
“How long have we known each other? “ I ask.
“Long enough” she answer’s pulling me close pressing against me urgently hands running over me. Pushing my face into her thick blonde hair, that smells like lavender.
“Did we find what we were looking for?” I ask. I know her well enough know how she seduces this is not it. She does the standard deep kiss, and placing my hand on her breast.
“A drink?” she asks.
“Sure love, why not, “ I answer. OK it’s evening but, and Blair dresses still a little black dress and stiletto’s. She wears it well. We go to a favoured dive. I am guessing her husband, who is not found of us would never be found dead there or, any of her friends.
Nous gagné, ça s'arrose !” I shout in the car park. Bad French is one of the constants of our friendship; so we won let’s drink make sense
Blair answers “"C'est un bon coup!” basically you’re a good fuck.
I love this place Bukowski, or James Joyce would be at home here.
Today martini’s mine gin and wet, and Blair’s’ vodka dry. We talk about everything.
Second round arrives whatever it is it isn’t good. I ask, “Love what do you need from me?” I am asking now, because since I haven’t eaten the gin will have greater effect.
“You’ve always been there for me. I noticed you’re not packing any more. You know heat, your.45 auto?”
I start laughing and say Outta all the Gin joint’s in the world she walks into mine.”
“That’s not funny.” Blair said.
“This very Sam Spade the blonde dame in distress, and oddly enough second time today. I have been asked. “ I said.
“I need help Brad’s mean.” Blair said pouting biting her lip, that look had gotten someone sent to the ER before.
“I am not a hero, you know that. I am more Tyler Durden, than knight in shining armour ” I said.
“Did you help her? Is she younger than me? Prettier? More covers?” Blair insisted
You’re prettier, and younger, no I have a very unique skill set, what surprised me is that She knew, How?”
“Women know these things we can smell it I don’t a hero; I need a Monster.” Blair said staring intently.
“I am not killing anyone for anyone today, and. make no mistake we love. We fancy you; we love you we don’t do that anymore. I am semi-retired monster. I am not sure what Brad did but do you really want him dead?” I said.
“His name is Erik not dead just really scared. I told him I could call upon the dark rider of the apocalypse that is you if he was mean. Blair said hitting with me baby blue puppy eyes. The effect was calculated, because suddenly I’m 19 and the blonde in the front by the speakers that tall cool drink of water Ford Model is there, and I want her so bad.
“I am not that good, I am just your average Vampyre.” I said
You never said more covers?” Blair said twisting a strand of hair with her fingers.
“”You’re still the champion love, and still dead sexy, and a weapon’s grade body, and I am also sure you’re a little relived I said no. I am chuffed that you still think of me.”
“If someone hurts me?” Blair asked.
“Is that even a bloody question?!” I answer. Flashing on EMT’s taking someone from the club where I was a chucker.
The cop asks you “What happened here?
He tripped I imagine it’s rough by the stage; there’s witnesses, Suzy! Sheena! “I said.
Sheena and Suzie who drive into the city every Friday and Saturday night.
Matching outfits of mini and strategically ripped fishnets and purple hair. In unison they describe a mosh pit gone bad.
“They take Ronan past me he writhes and closes his eyes. Blair runs up throws herself around me. She in her glam girl look. looks at the cop with her best southern sorority girl accent “My boyfriend called for help carried that boy out here to get some air.”
/the cops leave. I walk over so the booker, and manager can tell me what fuck-up I am. This is sure Blair can now walk through the club wearing a smile and heels and no one will say a word they will politely avert their eyes.
The women at the club hate her, “she’s so obvious, a blonde blue eyed model how is that punk? Why is she even here she’s not one of us!”
In the now she hands you a cigarette in the cat park, as you light it, and inhale you realize there’s coke on the filter so nice.
“”So love what now? “I ask
“What always hap pen’s now” Blair says motioning me to get in her jaguar. I climb in. Blair passes me the derringer loaded with a nice hit of Peruvian flake.
“Is she thinner than, me?” Blair demands
“No love you’re beyond compare. “I answer
“What about Amber, and her big plastic tit’s” Blair insists.
You were on honeymoon! How did you even know?” I answer. She always knew some weird precognition linked to my sex life.
“I am thirsty lets get some gin and a bed” Blair said.
“Why I love you woman,” I said. She pulls into the liquor store we walk in I look at champagne, she walks briskly ahead filling the basket, gin, tonic, limes by the check-out.
In the cat “Give us your panties I say in the car. A Blair smiles give a sexy smile and gives me black lacy I slip them in pocket.
We get to Hotel car park. Blair hands the valet key puts the bar. Smiles supplies into a Gucci duffle.
We get quickly through the lobby to the front desk Blair check’s us in Mr. & Mrs., it might have been. Walking to the lift’s I casually fondle her. In the lift I slide my hand between her thighs. You know they have camera’s I say lifting her dress then pressing her against the back of the lift I brush her breasts her nipples are hard. The door opens
In front she fumbles the key card as I press against her. The door opens she throws the duffle.in. I pull her by her long blonde hair pin Blair to the wall. Strip her dress off her lacy bra she is standing in heels breathing hard.
“Lets get the ice I say taking her hand, she bends to retrieve her dress I pull her up.
“Like this?” Blair asks blush coming to her cheeks. She walks to the desk grabs the ice bucket and takes my hand.
“Let’s go” Blair says confidently. We walk down the hall hand in hand. At the “ bikram yoga kick’s you’re body is amazing.” I say. Wordlessly Blair drops to her knees put the ice bucket down while staring me in the eye pops an ice cube in her mouth runs another across her nipples. Blair takes me in her mouth. Staring me in the eye. This not sex it is a sacrament, and I am being worshipped. I tap her and say “ room
Bitch” she tucks me into my jeans and picks up the ice bucket, and walks towards the room. I follow admiring her walk noticing she still does Dior turns.
Inside the room I grab her, kiss her roughly and throw her on the bed throw her on the bed. I strip, and fashion my t-shirt into blindfold . Cover her eyes I take her scarf and tie her hands above her head to the headboard. I stroke her kiss, and nibble. She moans and writhes on the bed.
I spread her legs tasting licking, and nibbling her wet lips caressing the little man in the boat. She shivers and moans turn to screams. I get off the bed, and say “Not yet, Blair. “
“Please, I’ll be good” Blair implores. I get a drink a drink gin rocks amazingly well. I walk back to the bed. Stroking Blair’s hair. I say “I will release you now, you may arrive” untying her. She mounts me. Riding me screaming. then pulls herself off on all fours screaming take me!
I take her from behind pulling her hair, ass her hips follow me perfectly. Blair arrives in guttural stream of profanity, as I arrive she presses her hip’s against me, then does almost a head stand
“I am ovulating, and I love when we make love.” Blair said in her semi headstand. I am sure what to say so; I make her a Tanqueray and tonic I hand it to her trying to process.
“”I told you I need a monster, and you’re my hero for being that quit worrying I know who you are, and I love who we are. I don’t want to change a thing.“ Blair said, now lying in bed.
“Cool I said walking to the shower drink in hand. Blair followed
In the hair pulled up held in place by a pen, with hotel logo. Blair said, “If I wanted sweet, and caring. I would have been with a woman.” We wash each other. Then dry each other off she retrieve’s workout clothes and make-up from duffle. We dress no need to talk nor, is it uncomfortable. Music from an electronica station in the background.
Blair break’s the silence I’ll take you to your car, that was fan fucking tastic!”
“Blair your still the fuck of the millennium” I said. We sing-a-long to Nirvana she drops leave me at the car park, with an amazing kiss, and we disappear into the real world just like that.
.
“How long have we known each other? “ I ask.
“Long enough” she answer’s pulling me close pressing against me urgently hands running over me. Pushing my face into her thick blonde hair, that smells like lavender.
“Did we find what we were looking for?” I ask. I know her well enough know how she seduces this is not it. She does the standard deep kiss, and placing my hand on her breast.
“A drink?” she asks.
“Sure love, why not, “ I answer. OK it’s evening but, and Blair dresses still a little black dress and stiletto’s. She wears it well. We go to a favoured dive. I am guessing her husband, who is not found of us would never be found dead there or, any of her friends.
Nous gagné, ça s'arrose !” I shout in the car park. Bad French is one of the constants of our friendship; so we won let’s drink make sense
Blair answers “"C'est un bon coup!” basically you’re a good fuck.
I love this place Bukowski, or James Joyce would be at home here.
Today martini’s mine gin and wet, and Blair’s’ vodka dry. We talk about everything.
Second round arrives whatever it is it isn’t good. I ask, “Love what do you need from me?” I am asking now, because since I haven’t eaten the gin will have greater effect.
“You’ve always been there for me. I noticed you’re not packing any more. You know heat, your.45 auto?”
I start laughing and say Outta all the Gin joint’s in the world she walks into mine.”
“That’s not funny.” Blair said.
“This very Sam Spade the blonde dame in distress, and oddly enough second time today. I have been asked. “ I said.
“I need help Brad’s mean.” Blair said pouting biting her lip, that look had gotten someone sent to the ER before.
“I am not a hero, you know that. I am more Tyler Durden, than knight in shining armour ” I said.
“Did you help her? Is she younger than me? Prettier? More covers?” Blair insisted
You’re prettier, and younger, no I have a very unique skill set, what surprised me is that She knew, How?”
“Women know these things we can smell it I don’t a hero; I need a Monster.” Blair said staring intently.
“I am not killing anyone for anyone today, and. make no mistake we love. We fancy you; we love you we don’t do that anymore. I am semi-retired monster. I am not sure what Brad did but do you really want him dead?” I said.
“His name is Erik not dead just really scared. I told him I could call upon the dark rider of the apocalypse that is you if he was mean. Blair said hitting with me baby blue puppy eyes. The effect was calculated, because suddenly I’m 19 and the blonde in the front by the speakers that tall cool drink of water Ford Model is there, and I want her so bad.
“I am not that good, I am just your average Vampyre.” I said
You never said more covers?” Blair said twisting a strand of hair with her fingers.
“”You’re still the champion love, and still dead sexy, and a weapon’s grade body, and I am also sure you’re a little relived I said no. I am chuffed that you still think of me.”
“If someone hurts me?” Blair asked.
“Is that even a bloody question?!” I answer. Flashing on EMT’s taking someone from the club where I was a chucker.
The cop asks you “What happened here?
He tripped I imagine it’s rough by the stage; there’s witnesses, Suzy! Sheena! “I said.
Sheena and Suzie who drive into the city every Friday and Saturday night.
Matching outfits of mini and strategically ripped fishnets and purple hair. In unison they describe a mosh pit gone bad.
“They take Ronan past me he writhes and closes his eyes. Blair runs up throws herself around me. She in her glam girl look. looks at the cop with her best southern sorority girl accent “My boyfriend called for help carried that boy out here to get some air.”
/the cops leave. I walk over so the booker, and manager can tell me what fuck-up I am. This is sure Blair can now walk through the club wearing a smile and heels and no one will say a word they will politely avert their eyes.
The women at the club hate her, “she’s so obvious, a blonde blue eyed model how is that punk? Why is she even here she’s not one of us!”
In the now she hands you a cigarette in the cat park, as you light it, and inhale you realize there’s coke on the filter so nice.
“”So love what now? “I ask
“What always hap pen’s now” Blair says motioning me to get in her jaguar. I climb in. Blair passes me the derringer loaded with a nice hit of Peruvian flake.
“Is she thinner than, me?” Blair demands
“No love you’re beyond compare. “I answer
“What about Amber, and her big plastic tit’s” Blair insists.
You were on honeymoon! How did you even know?” I answer. She always knew some weird precognition linked to my sex life.
“I am thirsty lets get some gin and a bed” Blair said.
“Why I love you woman,” I said. She pulls into the liquor store we walk in I look at champagne, she walks briskly ahead filling the basket, gin, tonic, limes by the check-out.
In the cat “Give us your panties I say in the car. A Blair smiles give a sexy smile and gives me black lacy I slip them in pocket.
We get to Hotel car park. Blair hands the valet key puts the bar. Smiles supplies into a Gucci duffle.
We get quickly through the lobby to the front desk Blair check’s us in Mr. & Mrs., it might have been. Walking to the lift’s I casually fondle her. In the lift I slide my hand between her thighs. You know they have camera’s I say lifting her dress then pressing her against the back of the lift I brush her breasts her nipples are hard. The door opens
In front she fumbles the key card as I press against her. The door opens she throws the duffle.in. I pull her by her long blonde hair pin Blair to the wall. Strip her dress off her lacy bra she is standing in heels breathing hard.
“Lets get the ice I say taking her hand, she bends to retrieve her dress I pull her up.
“Like this?” Blair asks blush coming to her cheeks. She walks to the desk grabs the ice bucket and takes my hand.
“Let’s go” Blair says confidently. We walk down the hall hand in hand. At the “ bikram yoga kick’s you’re body is amazing.” I say. Wordlessly Blair drops to her knees put the ice bucket down while staring me in the eye pops an ice cube in her mouth runs another across her nipples. Blair takes me in her mouth. Staring me in the eye. This not sex it is a sacrament, and I am being worshipped. I tap her and say “ room
Bitch” she tucks me into my jeans and picks up the ice bucket, and walks towards the room. I follow admiring her walk noticing she still does Dior turns.
Inside the room I grab her, kiss her roughly and throw her on the bed throw her on the bed. I strip, and fashion my t-shirt into blindfold . Cover her eyes I take her scarf and tie her hands above her head to the headboard. I stroke her kiss, and nibble. She moans and writhes on the bed.
I spread her legs tasting licking, and nibbling her wet lips caressing the little man in the boat. She shivers and moans turn to screams. I get off the bed, and say “Not yet, Blair. “
“Please, I’ll be good” Blair implores. I get a drink a drink gin rocks amazingly well. I walk back to the bed. Stroking Blair’s hair. I say “I will release you now, you may arrive” untying her. She mounts me. Riding me screaming. then pulls herself off on all fours screaming take me!
I take her from behind pulling her hair, ass her hips follow me perfectly. Blair arrives in guttural stream of profanity, as I arrive she presses her hip’s against me, then does almost a head stand
“I am ovulating, and I love when we make love.” Blair said in her semi headstand. I am sure what to say so; I make her a Tanqueray and tonic I hand it to her trying to process.
“”I told you I need a monster, and you’re my hero for being that quit worrying I know who you are, and I love who we are. I don’t want to change a thing.“ Blair said, now lying in bed.
“Cool I said walking to the shower drink in hand. Blair followed
In the hair pulled up held in place by a pen, with hotel logo. Blair said, “If I wanted sweet, and caring. I would have been with a woman.” We wash each other. Then dry each other off she retrieve’s workout clothes and make-up from duffle. We dress no need to talk nor, is it uncomfortable. Music from an electronica station in the background.
Blair break’s the silence I’ll take you to your car, that was fan fucking tastic!”
“Blair your still the fuck of the millennium” I said. We sing-a-long to Nirvana she drops leave me at the car park, with an amazing kiss, and we disappear into the real world just like that.
.
24 February 2015
24.02.15
You feel so familiar
I can’t see your face from here
I think I know you
Your humour
Your heart
Your voice
I can’t see your face from here
That bar where my friend danced?
Déjà vu when we speak
I can’t see your face from here
That dive with great martinis?
I can’t see your face from here
Have we awoken to each other?
I can’t see your face from here
An adventure?
You see,I am not great with names
I can’t see your face from here
21 February 2015
17.02.15
fuck-off and die scum
you don’t need a walking study in demonology
Please go to the Irish bastard
The one you asked me to teach a lesson, with a .45 auto
You’re not
My type
As smart you claim
Zip talent
And more baggage than a cruise ship
The Irish bastard
Needs a meal ticket
I don’t
More issues than time
more daddy issues
than porn star
without the skills
you’ll never speak again
now that is
the
nicest thing
you’ve ever done for anyone
19 February 2015
12 February 2015
11 February 2015
Valentines Day
This is not your flat. It’s too posh and clean, and dreadfully lit by the sun like a terrarium. She is still asleep She’s actually attractive considering her make-up and tonnes of blonde hair are from the dungeon like club, where you met her in. Her tan skin contrasts your snow-white tan, you look at her body, and she’s a stunner. Bits of last night come back industrial music loud trying to talk staring in to pale blue eyes the spontaneous combustion. Bloody snogging up against the wall her legs snaking around you the clock says 9:33, as she obviously has a job. She will be stirring soon- scarper time. Clothes scattered around her little black dress and stiletto’s. A shower would be nice, or another go, but that would mean conversation, beyond, fuck you’re sexy! On your part, and her you’re so cool! Still looking at her cute landing strip you need a cigarette more than, ever or perhaps a little taste of something stronger
You gather jean’s, Black T-shirt, black leather jacket de riguer for your tribe. Slip on your boots you don’t make noise, no one in regiment does. Thank fully there is a pack of player sailor cut cigarette ‘s in your jacket. You slip on blackout shades. Much better go down the stairs. You see the half bath and give yourself a quick prostie bath.
Out the front door, you see your bike. You pick-up the paper in the lawn, and see the Date its Valentines Day Sunday. The manor is exploding in a riot of leaf blowers, and unreasonably bright sun lit cigarette bonnie roaring to life back to concrete canyon’s. You wonder what party’s are going on for Valentines Day.
This is not your flat. It’s too posh and clean, and dreadfully lit by the sun like a terrarium. She is still asleep She’s actually attractive considering her make-up and tonnes of blonde hair are from the dungeon like club, where you met her in. Her tan skin contrasts your snow-white tan, you look at her body, and she’s a stunner. Bits of last night come back industrial music loud trying to talk staring in to pale blue eyes the spontaneous combustion. Bloody snogging up against the wall her legs snaking around you the clock says 9:33, as she obviously has a job. She will be stirring soon- scarper time. Clothes scattered around her little black dress and stiletto’s. A shower would be nice, or another go, but that would mean conversation, beyond, fuck you’re sexy! On your part, and her you’re so cool! Still looking at her cute landing strip you need a cigarette more than, ever or perhaps a little taste of something stronger
You gather jean’s, Black T-shirt, black leather jacket de riguer for your tribe. Slip on your boots you don’t make noise, no one in regiment does. Thank fully there is a pack of player sailor cut cigarette ‘s in your jacket. You slip on blackout shades. Much better go down the stairs. You see the half bath and give yourself a quick prostie bath.
Out the front door, you see your bike. You pick-up the paper in the lawn, and see the Date its Valentines Day Sunday. The manor is exploding in a riot of leaf blowers, and unreasonably bright sun lit cigarette bonnie roaring to life back to concrete canyon’s. You wonder what party’s are going on for Valentines Day.
09 February 2015
07 February 2015
06 February 2015
05 February 2015
04 February 2015
03 February 2015
02 February 2015
31 January 2015
Last night started watching Orange is the new Black. I thought after why do I like this show so much? It occurs to me , that Piper Chapman is every woman I have ever been involved with gutsy, smart attractive, felonious,(more than couple of you) has an ex girlfriend(of course.)I love you all, crazy , cool , sexy women make this veil of tears bearable
Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.
30 January 2015
29 January 2015
28 January 2015
27 January 2015
27.01.15
I think of you
Your eyes
It’s a day’s work
Looking into them
I see who you used to be
Who you’ve become
People in-between
I see you changing as I watch
Speaking to me in the silence
When you look back
What do you see?
Who I was?
Who I am?
Are you attracted?
Are you frightened?
Are you repulsed?
Can you see me?
Do you care?
Your eyes
It’s a day’s work looking into them
26 January 2015
25 January 2015
Good Friday 18.04.14
Charleston Heston frees' my ancestors
The Angel death passes me over.
Does she not know how much I love her?
Her beauty flawless, skin perfect, and though she's embraced me many times, I always wake up and she's gone.
13.06 on our anniversary
I remember this day so well
Because I thought this time
You would stay
You held me for days
kissed me deeply
Gave me the lead jewel's I still carry
Alas I awoke to cacophony of tubes machines and crying people.
But you were gone!
Death
the only face I wanted to see
And you abandoned me
I
24.01.15 on the morning of 25.01.15 over coffee
I hoped,
Picture excess,
And whispered rumours
I celebrate my darkness,
I hoped you didn’t care
Yes
I know the choicest parts of hell
I hoped you weren’t frightened
I hoped you knew
That, I don’t judge and
I hoped you didn’t either
I get it
I just
As
Faded and jaded as
I am, hoped
You wouldn’t be
And
Hoped you knew this Vampyre
Doesn’t harm those he
Loves
I hoped
That you would see this
And
Understand
I hoped you were
really
really
My
Friend
23 January 2015
21 January 2015
21.01.15
I know you know
But this just isn’t
A good
Idea
It’s
Not even romantic
Probably
Because
Jaded and faded describes us
Volcanic, and possibly
Satanic
Does too
Yes, I am a little
Vampyric
A cautionary tale
Of excesses
You
The stunner
Carnivorous
That woman
Both of us unrepentant
this is a
Bad idea
20 January 2015
18 January 2015
18.01.15
I love
The way
You greet me
Like
I am some beautiful, talented creature
The way
You call me an angel headed hipster
With no hint of irony, or sarcasm
The way
You take me hand
The way
You’re as bright and open
As
I am dark
And obscure
The way
You walk with me
As if
It was a rare honour
The way
You’re a little melancholy
As I walk a way
15 January 2015
14 January 2015
09 January 2015
07 January 2015
Secret Agent Man-07.03.15
I kept your secrets, and then I keep them now
I loved you, and then I love you now
No, he doesn’t need to know
Not about where you danced, that you danced
Your girlfriend, our girlfriend
I see you
I taste your kiss
Her kiss
Vodka and gauloises
I hear loud angry music
And I nod and keep walking
A stranger pretending
Your secrets
Safe
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