3 scoops from you

An angel licks an ice cream
cone. on an LA side street
and the heat is rising
off the pavement
sweat slowly runs down
the sweet curve of her back
sticky shadows,
windy alleys,
and the whole thing
smells like vanilla.

You ask her to come over tonight
She says she's been drinking too much
wine to even hail a cab.
but that's never stopped you before
you remind her gently in your
deep throaty voice.
that she steps into her shoes and steps out
the door.
and she winds through the traffic
of this city thinking that maybe
she loves you enough.
loves you like chocolate.

You greet her at the door
in red.
You wear red like sweet wine.
the taste of your lips.
warm.wet.
It's a storm coming baby.
strawberry rain.
you run your finger down her cheek.

I miss my C and K

Fresh

Thanks to mary, here's some new (sorta fresh feelin') inspirations!



more here yo

In a world where a hot date
is a drive to the abortion clinic
then it's ice cream baby
any kind you'd like.
I would go skydiving
I would ride a mechanical bull.
to texas and back
all the way to texas.
and stain the knees of my
jeans with mud and shit
and grass from all the times
I felt like you didn't want
me around. so here's to you.

Egon Schiele

I know it's nothing new, but I rediscovered Egon this morning and wanted to post some of my favorites. Such great work..

A Memory

superb nights of nothing
so
it was just right for you
to reminded me
of that hot summer day when your
curious skinny legs climbed
down the rocks and we peeled off
our
shirts and slid into the black
water.