nuclear weapons

Humid Monday night. Smoky glaze, when I close my eyes I see flowers and sometimes a beautiful girl ice skating. I love nothing more than to be touched, and my sensation builds. I am very lucky,I give myself time and space..I let things settle. I sink and sink and smile a little. I have done this before,I know this man and I feel magical. I smile more and sigh. I feel more than I can, I explore more than I can explain. "This is me" I often think. I feel in my element,on a homemade raft floating around the tropics. I love this man and in this moment I feel simply fantastic. 

kidney,now!

Lima beans rained from the heavens,each child opened their mouth wide for a taste of decadence. The adults were all cupping their hands and grabbing every bean they could. Yes Tommy, this was a different time. A time of famine,a time of adaptation. Things were not the way they were and were they the way they are before? Of course not! With each bean came a special message,seen only by the town beauty, Anastasia. She could not read though, her beauty prevented her from an education as she was pregnant almost every 4 months. See Tommy, back then pregnancy was 4 months and each month was a chance for the growing being to become a better dancer. Dancing was what it was all about, oh yes! But more importantly the homeless had taken control of all the sewage systems. You couldn't pee without performing in those days. To pee meant to perform, hence the Lima beans. I remember doing a majestic and moving piece to a old Indian song and the homeless man guarding bowl 77 merely smirked and danced back,eyes ablaze. I couldn't outdo him Tommy, I couldn't. Scrapleg Mcgee was his name. Oh he was a rough one, a true soldier of the sun. The sun wore funny little glasses when I was a young man. Dark glasses all day, all night. He could never really see..or so I thought. One day I caught him staring at me,looking me up and down like a piece of meat. It was then I realized that the sun was not a he at all! He was just a dandelion like everything else in the sky. I laughed and shrugged, oh well so much for porridge today!

Latin Lettuce

I walked down the first aisle,looking for her picture. I knew a thing or two about a thing or two. I took a mental picture of the Indian guy touching himself. Something was off with that one. Down the stairs were the peep shows. Part of me was excited,part of me was disgusted. I didnt know who would be behind the curtain. I wanted it to be her but it was a dark want. I chuckled to myself,felt like I was a rookie again. I glanced down at my hands and saw the wrinkled lines of time,the dark jagged scars. No, certainly not a rookie. The black dude with the accent looks at me funny,maybe he knows I'm a cop. But I got a god damn right to be here,a right to be anywhere I choose. Something sticky on the floor. Best if I don't look down. I ask if she's there that night. The black guy nods and points to the third door on the right. I go in. I sit down. I put in my quarter. The music starts up,something by that fag Prince I think.

Vagina

I took a bite out of my apple and saw a little worm inside. He told me his name was Ted and he was looking for new land to settle on. I recommended Seattle (west coast) as they have a prominent rainfall, hence making the soil softer for my burrowing friend. But Ted was not pleased, yes the soil would be softer but the sky would be grayer. He longed for balance in a world of chaos and asked if I wouldnt mind letting him stay in the apple a bit longer. Care not I said the fly, and put the rest of the apple in my pocket. Later that night I heard a strange noise, I slowly opened my eyes and turned on the light. Ted was stealing from me! he weighed no more then a pencil eraser yet he was carrying my precious vaseline and my swedish massage textbook. We looked at each other for a second. A cold,stern glare between man and worm. Ted? I couldnt believe my Jewish eyes. 

Brian Wilson

hello Professor Longus,

I write this letter to you by candlelight, as the power has cut off in the girls dormatory. Forgive me for spelling errors, seeing as you are an English teacher and all. Over the course of last term I began to feel..feelings for you. Feel emotion beyond the admiration and respect the other pupils have for you. I feel as if I am developing strong and loving feelings for you Professor, feelings I can no longer mask. I also suspect you reciprocate these feelings to an extent, and if I am wrong I apologize for my assumption. I only speak of this because of the way your eyes seem to shimmer when I walk into the classroom, and the times I caught you staring at my blouse. Your soothing and beautiful way with words and poetry brings a tear to my eye, as well as your commitment to Shakespeare. I am Juliet, Professor Longus and you are my Romeo. Perhaps I am being too bold but dare I suggest we meet one night for "extra credit" and see what power the moon has over our desires? The other issue of course is your Wife and Mother to your children, Prudence. I will never forget meeting Prudence at the school Christmas party and staring in disbelief at the women you had bethrothed. Rude as it may sound, she resembles the frog I dissected in lab last week. Oh Professor, I long for you to read poetry to me, for your strong and masculine arms to hold me. I dream of you every night and even keep a small picture of Shakespeare in my locker as a tribute to you. Please have the courage to write back to me. I love you Professor Longus.

Love eternally,

Abigal Porter

barely legal

damn my mom is such a fucking bitch. she thinks she can control me and shit, i dont fucking think so. i'm a grown ass women and i can do whatever the fuck i want whenever i want. if i wanna stay out and get drunk with my friends whats the big deal??? i'm young n sexy and i wanna be wild before i'm all old and shit. if i wanna fuck some guys its cool because i use condoms and even when i dont they pull out so im gonna be fine. i told my mom that and she started to cry! would she rather have a lame ass virgin daughter who cant fuck?? shit, i dont even understand the big deal. i aint addicted to shit and i'm not homeless so whats wrong with a little drinkin n fuckin once and a while?? a little weed here and there also,maybe some coke but only for special occasions like xmas and shit. i'm about to punch my mom in the fucking face and she deserves it seriously for trying to control me like hitler and shit. I AM 16 YEARS OLD, I AINT 12!!!!! my mom should be proud to have such a sexy daughter..i mean i look good what can i say, it aint my fault men like to look at my body and shit. if i wanna wear a bikini top around detroit i can cuz i look good and i dress however the fuck i want. my moms so fucked up, shes jealous of me or something cuz shes all old and boring now and i get men everywhere i go.

animal crackers

Every once and a while I like to go down to Pawtucket River and skip stones. On friday nights I usually go down to "Bessies Bar"for a whiskey or 2. Same thing Saturday and Sunday night for the most part. Got me a real nice women at home,Laura Sue. Used to be a real beauty for she had kids. Sometimes I get a glimpse of how she looked back in High School,prettier then a rose that girl was. Life on the road aint easy, don't get me wrong. I'm gone every couple a weeks,delivering all kinds of shit to every place imaginable. My specialty is Arcade Machines. Those shits is heavy and not every guy can handle one. I remember one time I dropped one on my foot and broke it. John Harrow had a real hoot n holler that day. See,me and John been in a competition of sorts for damn near 3 years. He thinks he can drive faster and further then me,but anyone who seen me drive knows damn well I drive faster then a tumbleweed in a hurricane. He beat me once, and that sonofabitch will never let anyone forget it.