Die for Me

If he wasn't willing to die for her, she figured she wouldn't waste a second more of her time. She needed him to desire her, to need her, to be obsessed with her. Then and only then, would it all make sense.

Sense.

Love didn't make much sense. The love she had endured countless times was indeed the most traumatizing experiences she had ever had.

And so this word, Love, the sound of it, the sight of it, caused her to tremble, so much so, that when her beau, said he loved her, in the midst of intercourse, she had literally gone into convulsions.

She had become allergic to this love; just as Superman was to kryptonite, or Count Dracula to the holy cross. She forbade herself from expecting love, from wanting it.

But those closest to her, begged to conform her. They said she was too critical, too pessimistic. You can't have all the qualities you yearn for in one man, they said.

But why not?

She knew who she was. The sun, the moon, the stars, were at her feet. She was above them all, the sky, even,

she was so far above.

Her thoughts, her consciousness, like a skyscraper whose crown could not be seen,,,, ever. The naked eye could not, the mind could not.

Science could not fathom, what was within her.

And that is why, her lovers, if they wanted to remain that and much more, would have to prove themselves.

One man had slit his wrists, another one dived out of a commercial airplane, crashing into the Atlantic Ocean. And this was for what?

Ah, if you must know, do your research, learn the art of seduction, and try you may, to woo her. All the while, convincing yourself, that you have total control of your emotions.

Dare to kiss her fully, as you drift, deeper and deeper into hypnosis.

You will trip and fall in love, and believe that she has fallen for you. But eventually, you will wonder if she truly loves you.

You'll wonder if her attention towards you, will be everlasting.

Will you wake up one gloomy morning, to find a Dear John letter, and never see her angelic face again?

And this is when you'll do, what is the unthinkable.

And by golly, she will let you.

And if,
just if,,,,,
she determines,
that you may be,
someone that can fit into her picture perfect future,,,,,,
she may gently remove your hand from the pistol,
before you blow your fucking head off your shoulders.

The jelly like substance of your brain, surely wouldn't look appealing on her silk drapes.

Ugh, she would have to climb onto her step stool to take them down, and then rush them to an upscale dry cleaners, to be steam cleaned.

And what would they think? Gooey stuff splattered all over those hand made drapes.

She wasn't one for drama.
No, not at all.

Rainbow

Where did the rainbow go?
I looked in between my toes
my earlobes
the sexy curve of my lower back
where the sweet syrup flows
when you used to tickle me
and stroke my limbs like a cello
your chocolate covered angel
I blow butterfly kisses
out the window
and watch them form into a
seagull
tip toe, seagull
along the shore
along the oceans elbow
I know
you still love me
but you're hiding behind that rainbow
under beliefs that are false
my fuzzy peach
I know that you know
you miss the fuck out of me
you man whore
but its all good
the holes on my umbrella
are sewn
tight like a bow
the rain, the rain roars
but not where I go
safe from you and your
pseudo rainbow
once again
I'm whole

Selfish Bitch

I stopped watering the plant and took it from, the front of my window
I closed the shades and disrobed
Cryptic codes, tattooed from my tiptoes, up to my earlobes
Regurgitating thought forms from pseudo heroes
Assholes, I don't need your sorrow
Claiming to save me with your prayers, your advice,
I leave you ejaculating in bathrooms, in your pants, without help from me,
but the raw scent of me, the rejection of me
These delectably packaged hips
These black girl hips, with molasses dripping from it
Yeah, I admit, the outside, I feared it
Hands deep in my pockets,
beside a rabbits foot, I stole from a lucky bitch
She fought like a tiger
I almost got my ass kicked
Fuck you critics, she didn't deserve it
I wonder if she stole it from another
so called lucky bitch?
Aw, this world, this world is fairer than I imagined it
These days I'm a shape shifter, mastering this shit
Deep throat, cut throat, whatever needs to be done, to ace this shit
Machiavellian, Lucifer, Old testament, like shit
The taste of selfishness, so good, I savor it
I spit it out, let it sit and bathe in it
Architect ideas that fill my bedroom,
zoom into the galaxy, and demand that I manifest it
Keep me up, fuck with me,
until I manifest it
Drive me insane,
until I manifest it
I couldn't begin to succeed, until I became selfish
Changed the name on my birth certificate to
Hello, how can I serve you Miss
Refuse to worship anyone unless
I'm plotting to overthrow the bitch
Life long lessons
I've learned from it
Good things come to those
who seize it.

Co Dependent

Okay,
so my life is like a car crash
limbs splattered all over the highway
in shit
passerbys youtubing it
so now what?
whatcha gonna do now?
I'm in your rear view mirror
in your lap
in your mouth
admit it
you know you're
so whipped
you don't know your way out
when I'm finished feeding off you
I'll let you breathe
take in the sun,
hang with your friends
and fulfill your responsibilities
but in the interim
your knees is where
you'll be
longing for me to validate
and please
please, little boy, please
I hate you so much
you make my pussy sneeze
Ive been waiting in this grave
for someone just like you
the smell of your cologne
tickling my nostrils
you read my tombstone
sexy, beautiful
poor little ole pussy cat
lies here
nude
and you kissed me deeply
salty tears,
an awakening
I felt your soul cry
God cried
the Devil cried
it was the most passionate kiss
you've ever had in your life
multiple lives, future lives
youre wings spread so wide
your aura filled the sky
you ejaculated all your love
into my insides
I was reborn,
at last alive
a real suicide girl
manipulates
but never dies.

The Pervert & Her Gum

Omg, she wore the cutest, floral dress, and her hair tightly tucked into a bun. Glasses sitting on the tip of her nose, like a librarian.

She saw that ultra scary looking man strut onto the train, and her receptors flew up, like,,,,,Boing!

And the bastard seemed to make a bee line straight towards her.

She put her pocket book in the seat next to her so he wouldn't sit there. And when he asked her to move it, she rolled her eyes and ignored him.

But then something else must of gotten his attention, cause he turned around, flicked his collar up, and held on to the pole instead. His slender body gyrating to the rhythm of the moving train, and every now and then he stared lustfully at her.

And when the next stop came everyone rushed out the train car, leaving only the two of them there.

He sat in the row of seats in front of her, clasped his hands in the back of his head, like he was laying on the fucking beach, and he flapped his tongue at her freakishly, like he was fanning the air in front of him.

A degenerate she thought as she looked at him up and down. A true fool indeed. She imagined, this was just one of the reasons why she utterly despised men, and chose not to have one in her life, at this time.

But she didn't lose her cool, she just shook her head at the pathetic man, even while he unzipped his zipper, and started jerking himself off with not a care in the world.

Now, most women probably would've screamed or ran to the other train car, but she just wasn't that type of woman.

Nope, she didn't even budge. Well, maybe once, when the flavor of her chewing gum seemed to run out, and she dug in her pocketbook to get another stick.

That's weird right? I mean,,, why didn't he think that was a little strange?

Maybe he was just so engulfed in what he was doing, that he was oblivious to everything else.

Cause a few minutes later, his eyes rolled back and he jumped up on his tip toes, staggering towards her, and exploded cum, all over her cute little floral dress.

Then he let out a long exhale, stuffed his dick back in his pants, and nonchalantly did an about face, and proceeded to walk back to his seat.

And that's when, she jumped up from her seat, like she was Wonder Women and shit, and put that mother fucker in a head lock, so fast that he didn't know what hit him.

She clenched her strong arm, tightly across his neck, causing him to gasp for air. But she clearly had no mercy, as she only squeezed tighter, and tighter, as she dragged him towards the end of the train car, before pulling the emergency brake.

The train came to a screeching halt, almost making her completely lose her balance.

The pervert of a man, desperately, tried to undo her grasp. But he was no match for her. He bit down on her arm, causing her to violently throw him to the train door, and he slid down that steel door like a stick of melted butter.

But that's not all,,,,this bitch dug down into her pocket book and pulled out a hand gun........You heard me,,,,,,a hand gun.

She pointed the gun right between his frightened eyes, and pulled the trigger, but lucky for him, no shots fired.

The perv screamed out loud like a seven year old girl, which had her laughing so hard that her gum flew out her mouth.

She picked the gum off of the train floor and stuffed it back in her mouth, then pistol whipped the man about twenty times all across his face and his stupid head.

And if that wasn't brutal enough,,,,she deliberately smashed his teeth to pieces, and picked the remaining pieces up from the floor, and stuffed them back in his mouth.

A passerby, a young male, in his twenties happened onto the scene. And she swiftly, accosted him, and had him lay flat on the floor.

Now, I know you think this sounds a little unbelievable,,,,, You know? That a woman could actually apprehend two grown ass men like this, but I swear on my momma, it did happen.

And you know what? This chic whispered somethin in the young dudes ear, that got him all riled up, because he started pleading in shit, and then she pointed the gun into the side of his jaw, and he shouted, "I'll do anything, please don't hurt me!"

And then she pulled him up on his knees by his hair, and he crawled towards the bloody man she pistol whipped prior.

And she yelled, "Now!"

And that bloody pervert mother fucker, well maybe he was unconscious from his face being bashed in, but when he heard her growl those words, he sat straight up like he was a fucking jack in the box.

And she yanked the young dudes head back, bent down towards him, and french kissed him deeply in his mouth. Then she pulled him up to his feet, and yelled again, "now!"

And that's when the young dude unzipped his pants and started jerking himself off. But the poor thing could barely get his thing hard, no matter how much he tried; and could you blame him?

I mean think about it, this was a super duper intense situation----shit could you perform well, under that kind of pressure?

But obviously, she didn't give a rats ass, and especially not now, because the train started moving again, and she knew the next stop was coming soon.

She jabbed the gun in the man's spine, and pulled the trigger.

"You have to the count of three, mother fucker.......one, two, thr...."

And that's when the poor guy splashed his cum all over the bloody dudes face.

The perv,,,,,,that punk ass perv------slouched on the train floor, drenched with a strange man's cum on his bloodied fucking face.

Oh my, it was a pathetic scene. I'm actually embarrassed for him, now that I think about it but,,,,,,,,anyway,,,,, the chime of the train doors cried, and she shoved her gun in her pocket book, and hurried towards the train doors, while a crowd of people filed inside.

The bloody faced man, wiping the gooey shit from his face, yelling frantically, "Get that crazy bitch! She violated me!

Okay, now that part was kinda funny I must admit, and pretty ironic wouldn't you say?

And the train doors,,,,, hold up, I can't stop laughing,,,,,the train doors closed with her standing right outside.

And she fixed her geeky little glasses, and stuck her cute little finger in her mouth and twirled her gum around her finger, then chewed on it, like she was a little cow.

Then she made a strange hacking noise and threw her head back, and spewed her gum out into the air.

And when I think of it, I don't know, who was crazier that pervert that got his ass pistol whipped or her, but what I do know, is that, that floral dress she had on was quite an eye stopper, but I wouldn't wear it. I mean, it was completely see through, and to top it all off, she didn't even have any bra and panties on.

Shit, maybe she was asking for it.

The End

A Little White Lie

To you, it was just a little white lie
but your words, ripped a hole in my starry sky
I breathe, I sigh, write a poem on my thigh
stab my teddy bear with a knife
his buttoned eyes,
sewn so securely
I wish that my
heart was as strong, it beats, crazy like
so soft, so creamy,
I wonder what I taste like
suck on my finger and visualize
you surfing through my tides
feeling my oceans rise
dark blue waters
like those, falling from my eyes
you curiously sadistic
wanna see me cry?
wanna video record this and press rewind
pause it, lube it, and splash, big time
I wonder why I didnt stop this crime
before I died
my hope for a love affair
fallen curbside
all because of a little white lie
so subtle, yet intentional
but the real truth is
I was the liar

Boxers or Briefs

He was very bored this day. The snow crashing to the ground, and wind beating against the store window. He knew it would be a slow work day. There hadn't been a customer for about an hour now.

He had twiddled his thumbs, counted the hairs on his wrist, and clipped his toe nails, behind the counter of course,,,,all while waiting for business to pick up.

Then he heard the loud chime, signaling a customer coming in the door. He hurried and put his shoes back on.

"May I help you sir?"

"I would definitely appreciate it. I just flew in town this morning, and my suitcase was stolen at the freakin airport. I don't have anything to wear but the clothes on my back, and I have a meeting to go to later on."

The customer looked at the man's name tag.

"Olie, is that how you pronounce your name? Look, if you can pick out a few outfits for me, I'll give you a good tip. Do you have today's newspaper?

Olie, practically fell off the stool. A tip, he thought, he hoped it would be at least twenty dollars. "Sure, the daily news."

"That will do."

So, Olie, brought a chair from the back of the store and sat it beside the counter, for the gentleman to sit in. He handed him the newspaper, and looked the man up and down trying to figure out what outfit would fit him.

"Sir, you want casual or business wear?"

The gentleman took off his trench coat.

"Both, and I need some undergarments as well, the designer brands, only," And then he opened up the newspaper, and laughed at the headline.

"Airports, more secure! They couldn't even secure my suitcase. Give me a fucking break!"

And so, Olie, traveled up and down the aisles looking for the right apparel for the gentleman. And this was no easy task for him, sweat dripping down his forehead and all. He didn't want to be a failure, and pick out the wrong things. He'd look like a fool, and if he fucked up....he surely wouldn't get the tip, the man offered him.

So, he peeked through a rack of clothes and took a long look at the gentleman's attire. Then he remembered that there were a stack of clothing magazines behind the counter.

He picked up the GQ, magazine, and took a quick snapshot in his mind of what the gentleman would look like in such outfits. He carefully picked out seven different outfits and some undergarments, then showed the man to the dressing room.

And so Olie, sauntered over to the window, and watched as the snow flurries sat on traffic lights, and sign posts, and covered cars and such. He scratched the bald spot on the top of his head, and walked back to the counter.

He shouted out to the gentleman, "Can I get you anything else sir!"

"Not now. I'll let you know if I need anything, thanks."

"Will do," said Olie, as he made his way to the stockroom. He closed the stockroom door and stood before the wall. There behind a lovely poster of a flower arrangement was a spy cam, the camera had a clear view of each cubicle in the dressing room.

And so, he scrolled through the camera views, until he reached the very dressing room that the gentleman was changing in.

And by this time, the gentleman was undoing his leather belt. But before he could take the pants off, the gentleman's cell phone rang, and he answered it.

And oh my. Olie, could feel his mouth water in anticipation,,,,a tease this sure was, as the man talked and talked on the phone, and Olie's imagination ran wilder, each second that passed.

Olie grew restless, and began to pace the stockroom floor. He rung his hands, and began to mumble to himself.

"Why is he making me wait?" he muttered, as he walked back to the spy cam.

"That's right, hang up the phone, and put it away," he whispered.

And the gentleman did just that. He unbuckled his belt, and then his pants button, and began unzipping his zipper....

Olie's pupils dilated like two fucking saucers, and his heart raced,,,but then, the cell phone rang again.

The gentleman, a very busy man, who never missed a phone call, answered.

"Hey, Meg, did you fax over the report? They need it before noon."

Olie, wanted to rush in the dressing room, snatch the phone out of his hand, and smash it into pieces, but of course he couldn't do anything, but wait, like the pathetic little puppy he was.

Then he had an idea, and rushed out of the stockroom and turned the radio on, allowing it to blast throughout the store.

"Meg, I can barely here you. This moron, just turned on the music, rock music at that," laughing. "Look just make sure it's done by noon, okay?"

"Hey Olie!"

"Yes sir,,,, Oh the noise, I'm trying to figure out how to turn it down. Looks like the volume button is stuck. I hope you like Heavy metal."

"Whatever, it's your store."

Of course, Olie, had no intentions on turning down that music.

"That'll teach him, for taking all those stupid phone calls," he muttered.

He went back to the stockroom and looked through the spy cam, and he almost came on himself.

"I knew it, I knew it! Boxers, he's a boxers man!"

He watched intensely as the man, stepped out of his boxers and kicked them to the side, while deciding what to put on first.

Oh, Olie's nostrils began to flair, and he could feel each and every nose hair tickling him, ever so gently.

Gentleman tried on the designer boxer underwear, put his hands on his hips, and looked in the mirror.

"Do I have any socks to match these," he thought to himself.

Guess he didn't, cause he quickly took them off, and kicked them to the side, as he looked for something else to try on.

But Olie, was mesmerized. Oh, he couldn't take his eyes off of those designer boxers. He imagined the smell of the man's ass on them. And at that point, he wanted those underwear.

So, he left the stockroom and tiptoed into the dressing room. Heavy metal music pounding in his ears, and pumping his fool ass up.

He went into the cubicle, beside the gentleman's and got on his knees.

He took a deep breath, and put the side of his head to the floor, searching for the briefs.

His eyes widened." Right there," he thought. Right underneath the pin stripped slacks.

And when gentleman's back was turned, Olie, slid his hand into the cubicle, trying to reach those boxer shorts.

And I don't know how gentleman didn't see Olie's entire fucking arm reaching for those boxers, but I know one thing he stepped backward, right unto Olie's arm.

"What the hell!" shouted gentleman.

Luckily, Olie, had the reflexes of a cheetah. Shit his arm was back in the cubicle, boxers in hand, and he was out of that dressing room, sitting behind the counter, whistling in shit.

Gentleman, looked confused, shrugged his shoulders, and continued with his next outfit.

And another customer came into the store, and Olie went over to help. Then he sat his ass, back behind the counter, and took the boxers out of his pocket. He felt the hairs in his nostrils tickling him, yet again, and he felt a compulsion, too intense to ignore.

He bent down behind the counter, crouching like a little monkey, and draped the underwear over his entire face. He took a long whiff......his eyes rolling back into his head.

The customer who he had helped out a few moments ago, peered over the counter at him.

"You freak," she gasped, as she tossed the item she was about to purchase, in his face,,,

"Oh, I'm sorry, mam..."

"I'm more sorry for your mother, you perv." And she spun around, and charged out of the store.

Gentleman, walked out of the dressing room, with his credit card in hand.

"I'll take the two suits and the cashmere sweater."

"Yes sir," Olie grinned, as he gathered the items out of the dressing room, and began to ring them up on the cash register.

"Oh, and this is for you," handing Olie a fifty dollar bill.

I noticed your wedding ring. "Buy something nice for your wife."

"Thank you sir, it was my pleasure," said Olie.

Olie handed over the bags and showed gentleman out of the store. He watched him walk down the block. Making his way through the piles of snow.

Olie took a long look at the fifty dollar bill, and held it up to the light, making sure it wasn't counterfeit.

Then he went over to the counter and dialed his wife on the telephone.

"Honey, you wouldn't believe what happened to me today. This rich guy came in here and gave me a fifty dollar tip. Yeah, fifty dollars.....Look I don't know why, all I did was help him find a few outfits."

His wife chuckled on the other end of the phone. She was a jokster you know, a woman with an unusual sense of humor.

"Maybe, he liked that shiny bald spot of yours. You better be careful," she laughed, you never know what kind of freaks are out there. Did he ask for your phone number?"

He was insulted by his wife's sarcasm. "You know what Martha, you used to be a classy woman. Now, I just don't know anymore."

"Oh, Olie, you never could take a good joke. I'll see you when you get home. Bring some cough medicine your daughter has a fever."

"Okay," he said, before hanging up the phone.

"She's such a nut job," he thought. "Freak, she's the freak, goddamn it, I can't wait till the kids are grown and out of the house, then we can go our separate ways."

He held up the boxers and took a good look at them. "I can almost see the imprint of his ass." He smelled them again, and then he tossed them in the safe along with the many other boxers and briefs, that he had accumulated throughout the years.

And then another customer came through the door.

"Is your name Olie?" said the very tall male customer.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"You sure can." He showed him, a police officer's badge.

"My name is Detective Johnson, and I need you to answer a few questions."

"And don't lie to me, fuck face, we know all about your little shenanigans. Is this the dressing room?"

"Yes," stuttered, Olie.

"Alright, freak, where's the spy cam?"

"Freak....freak...."

"Okay, dildo, you're coming with me to the station. We've had you under investigation for some time now. You really are a sick fuck."

"Me, oh no, you must have the wrong man. I'm a family man, look." Olie pulled out his wallet showing the pictures of his four kids.

The detective snatched the wallet from Olie's hand, and fumbled through it. He found a compartment, with some other photos in it. These photos, were those of men of all ages, some naked, and some with only their underwear on. And there was one, even with a man sitting on a public toilet taking a shit.

It was concluded that none of these pictures of the men, were consensual.

"You have the right to remain silent...."

And poor pathetic ole Olie, was handcuffed. The detective didn't even let him take his coat, and it was cold as a motherfucker out there. And all Olie, could think of while sitting in the police car, was the gentleman.

"I wonder if he was from the Middle East? He had such a wonderful tan. Oh, and who's going to lock up the store?"

"I hope they have mercy on me. It doesn't make sense to waste taxpayers money, just to pester someone like me," he thought. "The real freak is this detective. Who the fuck does he think he is? He probably wears a g string, that wimp."

The detective, looked at Olie, through his rear view mirror, and he shook his head in disgust. He steered the steering wheel with his left hand, and scratched his forehead.

"Damn this g string, is cutting into my ass, can't wait to take this shit off, when I get home" he thought.

The car ride was quiet, all but the snow hitting against the windshield wipers, on this ordinarily, boring fucking day.

The End

An Ugly fucking Baby

Goddamn, he was ugly. The doctor took one look at the newborn's head and slammed the mother's legs closed; causing the poor little baby's head to get bruised in the process.

And so that's why his momma took one look at him, and called him Lumps, cause of that lopsided lump on his head.

I guess he suffered some brain damage, or somethin, cause he was slow as molasses. As a toddler he'd sit in the same spot for hours, just rocking back and forth, cooing, and giggling, n shit. Or maybe he'd hide under the table, purring like an alley cat.

He enjoyed playing with blocks, and making things out of whatever he could get his hands on. Like that day, he reached in the bird's cage, cut the bird's head off and stuck it up his ass.

And I'm not referring to the bird's ass. Oh, no he stuck the head up his own ass. And it wasn't because he was some sort of psychopath that liked to kill animals. He just simply thought, that if he could launch the bird up his rump, then maybe he could hatch some eggs.

Yeah. Well, call him stupid all you want, but he meant well. Why, his momma had read a book about a bird who laid golden eggs. And he figured if he could do the same, he'd be special.

See, he was always the butt of everyone's jokes. Like the time his father took him with him to visit a loan shark. He left Lumps in the back seat of the car, and told him not to move. And Dad went in the number's joint practically begging the loan shark to loan him some cash, but the sharkie refused.

"You always pay late, and quite frankly I don't wanna have to kill your punk ass, so get."

Dad was furious, he needed that money, badly. Why, he knew that his rent was months behind, all because of those race horses he had been betting on.

"Lumps, wake the fuck up. Do you want that pinata we saw at the store over there. Well, you're gonna have to help your ole pops out. Now when we go in there. I need you to start bawling, and pull up your shirt, and make believe that you're starvin. You here me?"

"Daddy what's a pinata?"

"Aw, shut the fuck up," yelled dad, impatiently.

And so dad dragged Lumps in the back of the loan sharks office, and shoved him in front of the sharkie.

"Man, if I don't get that money, my boy is gonna look like Gandhi on crack. I'm begging you."

And that's when Lumps pulled up his shirt exposing those poor little ribs of his.

Now, the average person would have shook his head, and felt sorrow for the lanky boy. But the sharkie, oh he thought this was a funny sight.

"Whew," he yelled, laughing hysterically, as he stuck his cane in between Lump's ribs.

"You didn't tell me your wife had an affair with a baboon. That boy is so ugly that he makes Halloween look like Christmas. And skinnyyyyy, oh lord he makes an anorexic bitch,,,,say I wanna ham sandwich!"

"How bout a ham and cheese sandwich," dad chimed in.

The sharkie, stopped laughing and shot dad a cold stare. "Don't you ever interrupt me, when I'm laughin."

And then he burst into laughter again, pointing at Lumps. "Look at his face, he looks like he's been smelling farts all day."

"Take a hundred dollars. Shit, take two hundred, and buy that boy a fuckin hockey mask. Cement that shit to his face."

And that's how it all began. The sharkie had such a ball, that he invited Lumps over at least two days a week, just to get a fucking laugh.

He even believed that Lumps, cured his diabetes, cause his face was so ugly, that when the sharkie looked at him he lost his appetite....Sharkie lost 100lbs, from this crash diet.

But he eventually, came to like Lumps. Why Lumps, practically grew up in his spot, which was now a bustling casino.

Lumps, now, a grown ass man, would sit in the corner, and get paid for doing minor shit like that. Some visitors would mistake him for a statute, cause he could sit so still, you could barely see him breath.

"Lumps, when's the last time you've had sex? You know what sex is dontcha?"

Sharkie, made a fist with one hand, and put his finger inside the fist, moving it, in and out.

"You know, have you done this to a girl?"

"Um, no. I guess I haven't, but my uncle did somethin kinda like what your doing with your hand, on me, last week. He takes my temperature whenever momma's not home."

Sharkie, looked at the twenty year old,,,,all two hundred and forty pounds of him. "Either you are the dumbest frankenberry motherfucker on this here planet, or your pullin my leg, right?"

"Well, you're standin on both of your legs, and I'm way up here, so I don't think that's possible boss."

"Okay, dummy. Look, the next time that uncle of yours tries that shit with you, you take his balls in your hand and rip that shit completely off. You here me!"

And the following week, Lumps picture was all over the newspapers. "Man rips off uncle's testicles with his bare hands."

Sharkie, bailed him out of jail. "Damn, Lumps," he laughed. You've earned my respect.

So, he brought him a beer, and took him to the room way in the back of the casino, where the prostitutes, took their tricks.

"Wait here."

And about twenty minutes later, Sharkie appeared with a woman. She was once very pretty, you could tell, but she had lost weight from stress and drugs, even though she had kicked her habit for a year now. Her eyes, hazel, were swollen, from the douche bag that fucked her up, the night before.

She jumped back when she seen Lumps. "You sure he's not gonna eat me?" she asked seriously.

"Lumps, this is the best I could do. Whatever you do, don't look her in her eyes, shit your liable to scare her eyebrows to run behind her ears."

And then Sharkie left the woman and Lumps in the bedroom. Eventually, she got up the courage to move closer to him.

"My God, you look like you bark." She slowly reached out her hand and touched the lopsided lump on his head.

"I'm sorry I scare you. I promise I don't mean to."

His eyes, drooping like a puppy dog, and caste down. He didn't want to look at her, like his boss had said.

She guessed he was safe, as he did not reach out to touch her. In fact, he seemed to shy away, the closer she came to him.

She undressed herself slowly, and climbed on top of him, as he laid there, he let her ride him. And she went inside of her imagination and conjured up creative things, leaving him panting, and wanting more.

And when he came again, he dared to comb her hair, with his large hand.

"Thank you, mam."

"What did you say?"

He looked down, sulking some. "I said thank you mam. It felt very nice."

"Oh yeah, what? My tits, my ass? You men are all the same," she said as she searched for her clothing."

"Your aura."

"My what."

"Aura....When you were sitting on me, I saw a pink aura around your head. It reminded me of a painting my momma showed me at church on Easter Sunday." I know that I don't know nothing really, mam, but I think I felt your aura too."

The woman sat on the floor, just staring up at Lumps.

He swallowed hard. "When your eyes were shut, I touched it, and it grew like a bubble around your whole body, and filled up the room. I never seen something so beautiful, mam."

He saw the tears stream down her face, and he became frightened. He covered his face with the pillow.

"Please don't tell the boss that I looked in your eyes."

He looked confused. "Mam, how can someones eyebrows run behind their ears?"

She thought a moment, and burst into laughter. "It was a joke, a stupid joke. Don't pay that boss of yours no mind."

And she crawled over to him and up him, and kissed him deeply. This was the very first time that she kissed a trick, but she figured it was meant to be.

Why, she had almost gotten killed the night before, and contemplated jumping in front of a moving train. She knew her father, the preacher, would never acknowledge her. Her kids didn't forgive her from not being a good mother, and the last time she went to confess her sins, the priest slipped her a vile of crack, and asked her to suck his dick.

But this day, this very hour, this very horrid looking man, felt she was beautiful. And not beautiful, in a obsessive, fetish, type of way. Or a,,,,I just want to control, and use you kinda way.

But in a sincere, compassionate, Christ like kinda way.

And she thanked the boss, cursed out Lumps father and mother, and they fled to a quaint little town, where they lived humbly.

And even then, he still had to sneak up on a glass of water, and occasionally the mirror would crack when he walked by, but it wasn't anything that ticked him off. Inconvenient maybe, but not entirely.

For if he was not what he were, he would not have learned to appreciate what he had.....good health, a companion, a wife, and freedom from the superficial expectations that bind one's feet...ones mind...ones creativity....He, became a man, content,,,,with He,,,,,and I guess this is what it means when them poets say shit like, "beauty is skin deep."

Wow,,,,,that shit is deep.

Free Love

Love isn't always simple, but there are times where it is. Like when it quenches a lustful thirst and squeezes like a fist. When it performs acrobats and responds like a speed of light. Hot, steamy, saliva, drip drip, with a back drop of a starry night.

I spy, out of my bedroom window, and caught a romantic sight. Butterflies flew out of her hair and honey from her thighs. He so, dreamy, saw it in his eyes. He loved that girl, he proved it multiple times. She sigh, she cry, temperature rise. Books flew off the shelves, poetic lines.

Satin sheets dancing from underneath. They giggle, and tickle, they play hide and seek.

I climb out my window, and sit in a tree. Then leap frog unto the window sill,,of my neighbors. They see.

They invite, me in and teach me, just how to love, indiscriminately.

So sweet, very sweet and nurturing. I felt another neighbor join we.

And it wasn't dirty or something obscene, a dozen more hands playing ring round the rosy.

We loved, we loved, we loved freely....cuddled before the fireplace, hearts beating harmoniously. Faux fur rug tickling our feet....emotions, emotions, becoming so deep.

We shared our secrets, our songs, even trivial things, and whence the daylight came, we weren't the same.

We were in love, I tell ya....all of us.....signed an agreement with blood to remain in touch.

And every full moon we fucked, we fucked,,,,,but all the other days we meditated a lot....we sent one another thought forms, of the highest vibrations. Deciphering and creating, upgrading and elevating.

And in our town, there was no crime, no prejudice, no fuss. We were a cohort of lovers. There was an abundance of trust.

Not totally perfection, but perfect for us.

We're in the yellow pages,,,if you dare, look us up. But we only open our doors----to those capable of Love.

The End

The Ink Blot

An ink blot, drops out of the pen and splatters where it is directed. It squats and sometimes seeps through, staining, leaving its mark.

The ink blot...see it squat. Imagine, stick your thumb in it, and smudge it. Get dirty with it...become intimate with it.

I once bared witness to an ink blot, and without a second thought, I dived in. I found myself in another dimension, one that I had never imagined, or would have been capable of.

And I'm having difficulty even conjuring up all the images, even now, but I will try.

I remember not seeing at first, but instead feeling. And what I felt was a calming. I stood for an hour, I guess, just being with my breath. My clothes faded away, and so did my lip gloss, and nail polish. I felt the hairs on my legs and underarms grow back, my tattoos disappear,,,,I was left with me.

And then a silky black horse trotted towards me. It sniffed the palms of my hands, and then my groin, and then it stood on it's back legs and neighed. I tilted my head to the side and wondered what to do, but I was inclined to ride him.

And so I did. In the beginning I lay forward clutching his neck so not to fall. But then he slowed down and I sat tall. I tied my hair into a knot and put my hands on my hips, as I straddled it.

My heart danced rapidly, my breath quickening,,,but I didn't want to be naughty. So, I placed my hands on his back and lifted myself up, until standing. And I know this sounds outrageous, but I was balancing, like on a balance beam. I somersaulted and landed on my feet, the ground, grassy green.

And he trotted beside me, as I stopped to smell the flowers, and I drank from a creek. A pretty fish jumped out and kissed me. Then he circled my crown until I got a little tipsy.

I came to, and realized I was flying; with no direction in mind. But directed indeed. There, was a mumbling, a chanting, a drum beat,,,,the sound of my name emanating from an unseen.

The sound, the sound of my name, raping me?

I swear, this was the only time I felt afraid, hearing, hearing, the sound of my name. I tried to fly backwards, until the unseen subdued me.

And it hurt a little. I had kicked and I cried, but the more I did so, I understood that it wasn't to wise, to fight.

And within moments, the feeling of serenity came to me again. The same feeling that welcomed me when I had first dived in.

But, but, I was now a woman.

Wasn't I a woman before? Well not quite, as I had been living a quaint, uneventful life. Forever, holding on tightly, not challenging, existing, merely. Until that little old lady with the crystal ball, went into her bag of goodies, and handed me an ink pen.

She advised me to write my thoughts down, the next time I felt gloomy. And whence that time came, I searched for that pen, and scrolled it across a blank piece of paper....until I became hypnotized by the ink blot,,,I dived in.

And I guess I wouldn't believe anyone, who told a story like mines, but it doesn't matter. I have nothing to prove,,,the woman I am,,,,is proof enough.

The End

The Escort

The blinds were always closed, to keep the daylight away. She leaned back in her chair and rocked back and forth. Her pen fell to the floor and rolled underneath the desk. Should she follow and crawl into a fetal position?

Of course not she thought, as she took another pen out of her desk. The telephone rang. It was, her attorney. He told her that the venue for their meeting had changed. And so she wrote down the new address, on a piece of paper and stuffed it in her handbag.

At the end of her work day, she clocked out and hailed a taxi. She plopped in the seat, taking in the smell of old leather. The rain outside, had caused her mascara to run down her face, and her hair to lay flat.

She leaned forward trying to get a good view in the taxi driver's rear view mirror, as she fixed herself up.

"How do I look," she asked the driver, when they reached the stop light.
"You look just like that Egyptia lady, Cleopatra. Forgive my Ingles, senorita," he blushed.

Her face lit up like a full moon. "You are the sweetest," she said, as she reached over and kissed him on his neck. "That's your tip, daddy."

The cab driver, looked at his GPS. "This is it, muy expensive mommy."

"Oh, no, no, no. My attorney works here, not me. I just came here to sign some papers. You turned off the meter right?" she said while rummaging through her pocket book.

So she payed the fare, put her handbag on top of her hair so it wouldn't get wet, and she walked towards the tall building. "I wonder if anyone ever jumped off the roof? she thought.

Meanwhile, her attorney, was glaring through the peephole, and when he heard her footsteps, he flung open the door and pulled her inside.

"You have to stop being so paranoid, Mr. Carlton."

"What took you so long?" he whispered unloosening his tie.

She looked at him curiously. He didn't have a shirt on; but he had on a tie, boxer shorts, dress socks, and shoes polished so shiny, that you could see the reflection of the chandelier that hung above his head.

"Do you have the papers? You know, I'm having second thoughts on filing bankruptcy. What if I wanna buy a home or somethin, and they see this on my credit report? I don't wanna fuck myself."

He felt himself throbbing, he loved it when she spoke dirty.

"I have a proposition for you. One that you would be a fool to refuse."

"Mr. Carlton, why are you salivating like that?"

"Follow me," he said as he showed her to his bedroom.

He pointed to the night table. "It's two hundred dollars."

"Yeah, and."

He laughed at her response. "And it's yours, every bit of it. All I request is one thing."

She put her hands on her hips. "And what is that Mr. Carlton?"

"That you give me a golden shower," he whispered as he fiddled with his necktie again.

She looked past his eyes, and was silent for a few moments. "So you want me to pee on you?"

"Pretty and smart, you are. If you want, I won't even touch you."

So she excused herself and found the bathroom. She turned on the faucet, held her hair back with her hand, and drank the very cool water. She wiped off her mouth, looked into the mirror, and reapplied her lipstick. She then reached over and kissed her reflection in the mirror.

"I love you," she said out loud to herself. "What I'm about to do, doesn't take anything from you. You are special, and I just need you to remember that."

"Who are you talking to?" said Mr. Carlton, as he laid a towel on the hard wood floor to support his head.

"Myself."

"For twenty more dollars, I'll let you have my panties. They're not the sexy kind though."

"Whatever, just come over here," he yelled impatiently.

And so she squatted over him, and closed her eyes, and she thought of rain. Warm rain, tropical rain, any kind of rain that came to her mind. But nothing would come out. She felt her thigh muscles beginning to burn.

And that's when he started to sing, "I'm a little tea pot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout."

And she began to giggle, then relax, and a surge of urine passed threw her and splattered all over his happy face. And just to tease him, she stopped the stream, while she watched him pant, and then she squirted again.

And when it was all over, she dressed herself, left her panties on the nightstand, and took the money.

"You can find twenty dollars in my wallet, in the top drawer," he said, as he sat up on the floor, crossing his long hairy legs.

"Thank you," Mr. Carlton.

"Guess I won't need to file bankruptcy anymore right? You know, maybe I can just be your personal assistant or somethin."

"Personal assistant? Oh," he laughed. "Sure, I will call you whenever I am thirsty."

"Oh, and I trust that you will keep this to yourself?"

"I'm a woman of my word. And anyway, I like you. I always thought you were cute in an odd way," she smiled.

And so she left the apartment and made her way to the street. She walked a few blocks, through the pouring rain; and then suddenly she stopped in her tracks.

She wondered why Mr. Carlton would ask her to do such a thing. She wondered if she looked like a whore, or the type that would have sex for money.

Of course, she had done such things for men, many times before, but she just couldn't help but wonder. Was he intuitive maybe? Did he know her secret.

Why, he had seen her come to his office alone, always. He knew she hadn't anyone. For Christ sakes, he saw her sob at the drop of a dime; and heard her entire life story that day, she called him up, because he was the only name in her address book.

Did he really know, that it wasn't about the sex. Not even the money. Even though she wouldn't pass up any.

But maybe he realized that she was lonely. That she had been feeling this deep dark feeling since a child, and that these sexual liaisons were her way of developing a connection with people. Be it a superficial connection. It was mutual and gratifying to her and whomever.

It was like her therapy. The difference is,,,,,, your therapist doesn't pay You for your catharsis.

The End

The African Drum

I submit to the power of the African drum. My drum, doesn't just sit there, in the corner, and collect dust.

No, my drum is as alive as you are. It breaths; lungs stronger than a typhoon. It speaks to me, peeks through the slippery space between my thighs, and orbits around my body.

I follow its command out the window. Ripping off my head scarf and dress, my sandals, my necklace of sea shells. I run, fast, agile, like a gazelle, and step onto a breeze. Carried, effortlessly, IRie......

I go, and I hide within the tallest Eucalyptus tree; and cocoon myself in it's leaf. Not necessarily to be unseen, but there, I be--insulated, with the vibrations of the drum overwhelming my senses, breaking them into itsy bitsy pieces, and I---I,,,become.

I become, undone. An abstraction, an aberration, invisible. The Spirit of which I've come, before I formed.

Even before, a drum was a drum.

Porcelain Doll

I feel your lustful, dirty fantasies gaining momentum. Your thoughts fondle and molest me. How did I transform from your Lil Bo Peep, into something so obscene? Your dirty little secret, is what I've become. Your wet dream.

The feelings you proclaim for me, are so superficial. They can be broken like glass. Shattered amongst all the other remnants. Those pretty little dolls, porcelain dolls, that you desecrated.

And now me. You want to floss me, use every single bit of me, flush and regurgitate me. Then sit me on your dusty shelf, along with your other dolls.

And you almost had me; completely. Connected with that part of me, that was sinking quickly into darkness. That part of me, that was bruised and infected, with disappointment after disappointment.

But somehow, I knew you weren't any good. But what the hell I concluded. Even a man dying of thirst, would succumb to a teaspoon of poison, as a means to survive.

So, I allowed my petals to expand and take you in, just a little. Yeah, just enough, to get my feet wet. I was reluctant to go any further.

But the closer I got to you, the further away we became. And the more disturbed I began to feel. Your presence, your voice, your intent, created a fog before me. It was then, that I knew I had to leave, to retain my sanity.

And though I stand here appearing unfazed, there is a part of me that despises you, and the way you've wounded me.

And I wonder if you still have a space on your shelf, waiting for me. Just waiting for me to slip, into your filthy fantasies, where you would fuck me, into an oblivion of lost souls...like the others....

May God bless them.

Cutting

There she sat, on the lid of the toilet bowl, with razor in hand. Her hair was tangled, undershirt torn, floral panties, and dirty socks on. She could see her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were rosy, cheeks striped with tracks from her mascara, her lips soaked with her tears.

She felt like garbage. She let out a loud howl, and broke the mirror with her fists. Warm blood ran down her wrist like a river bend. She took the razor and dug into the inside of her thigh. The feeling was almost orgasmic. She cut again, forming an X mark and then an O. Yes, XO, for love.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door, causing her to shudder. The door knob turned, and she shot up, blocking the door with her body.

"Get away," she growled.
"What are you doing in there? I gotta take a dump!" the person yelled.

She hated the nosey, people that lived in the rooming house. There was never any privacy. Ever!

She grabbed her jeans from off the floor and hurried to put them on. Then she flung the door open, while giving the man the finger.

"I'd love to finger you," he said while grabbing his crotch. He noticed the blood on her arm, and it just made him even more excited. He was just that kind of pervert.

But why didn't he just go in the damn bathroom? A glutton for punishment, I guess. he followed her up the steps, towards her room.

She stood in front of her door, stoically. "What do you want, freak?" she yelled, without turning to look at his ugly face.

"You know what I want, you sad girl, you. You wanna lollipop?"

And I don't know what happened, to her. Maybe she got a flashback, of that man who molested her that time, or the one who held her down, and yelled for his friends to come and fuck her. I really don't know. But she turned around, yielding that razor, and slashed his fucking neck with it.

He grabbed his neck with both hands, trying to close the gaping wound. And he fell backwards, down the flight of steps.

She pushed the razor deep in her pocket and rushed into her room. Pacing back and forth, like a lunatic, she didn't know what to do. Will the police suspect it was her? She ran to the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of pills, and stuffed the pills into her mouth. She cupped a handful of water in her hands and swallowed. Then fell to the ground.

She wondered when she would die. She wondered, and wondered. And then there was a man standing over her, asking her if she was okay.

This doesn't look like Heaven she thought. Did she fall asleep, what happened?

Her eyes adjusted, more, and she saw that he was a policeman. He had the kindest eyes she thought, before she found herself vomiting all over his uniform.

"That's okay. You're going to be alright," he said.

He then called to his partner. "She's alive!"

The partner walked over. "Let's get her in the car,"said he.

And they both helped her into the police car. And yes, she vomited again in the backseat. Still feeling a bit of nausea. And then she must of fell back asleep.

When she awoke, she was laying in a nice cozy bed, with a ceiling fan fluttering, a refreshing breeze over her body. She was clean, smelling of flowers, and with a white cotton nightgown on.

The police officer came into the room with a tray of chicken soup and crackers. "I didn't want to wake you. No need to be frightened. I'm going to take very good care of you."

He carefully opened her thighs. "You shouldn't do such things to yourself, you're too pretty." He leaned over and kissed the cuts on her legs.

She didn't flinch, although she knew this was quite strange. She soon heard footsteps and turned her head in the direction of them. And there was the other officer approaching. He didn't look nearly as kind as the other one, she thought.

And indeed he wasn't. He grabbed her wrists placing them in front of her body and locked a pair of handcuffs on her. Then he took off his police hat, and began to open the shirt of the other officer.

"Not now," said the kind one. "She just got here and I want to stay beside her."

The officer looked pissed off, but then his eyes softened. "Fine, for now." He looked at the girl on the bed. "What are you going to name her?"

"I don't know. I always wanted to name my daughter something sophisticated. Something like Greta, or Sophia."

"Well, she doesn't look like a Greta or Sophia. More like a Mercedes or Tawana."

"Stop being so sarcastic. She's a gem. And now we have a family," he smiled.

And she drifted to sleep, again. Maybe they drugged her so she wouldn't scream and try to escape. Or maybe it was those damn pills, she took in her room. Or maybe she was just plain ole tired of being used, and just used to being used.

She dreamed of the orgasmic feeling she received from cutting, that's the only time she felt in control.

The officer tucked her in, and turned the ceiling fan off. He feared she'd get the sniffles. He picked up a novel from the nightstand, and began to hum, softly. Such a pretty voice he had.

He wondered how nice it would be if his new daughter had a brother. Twins would be ideal; but how silly, he thought. How could he find a boy that could be her twin. He decided that he'd ask her for any suggestions when she awakened.

The End

Squeeze

Close the door and come here, now.

You look good, but are you really? What are you really made of? Show me.

Are you smart? Articulate? Can you balance a check book? Huh? Are you eco-friendly? Spiritual? A good fuck?

I've got 99 questions, and you have only one opportunity to get them right. The pressure is on. The radiators burning and the tea kettle is whistling. And I can feel your body heat all the way over here.

As I breathe you in, I can feel my bra straps fall off my shoulders. I notice your clothes unbutton and your shoe laces untie.

This is truly magical. I can see you clearly, even with my eyes closed shut. You are delicious, and I haven't even tasted you yet. I love you intensely, and we've just met.

The pillows grab hands, as we lay down on these sheets. The lights simmer red tones and windows open just a bit, allowing a gentle breeze to seep in.

You kiss me on my lips, and I pulsate to it. Like music.

This feels like music. The kind that hypnotizes and manipulates. Oh, but in an unintentional way. As we incline, decline, rotate, elevate, and Squeeze.

Feel me squeeze the love out of you.

Isn't this why you came here? Isn't this what you wanted?

When I saw you out the window, walking so nonchalantly down this street, I understood that destiny was at work. And you just happened to trip over that crack on the sidewalk, and then look up. And that's when you saw me.

Our eyes, locked, and then I walked away from there and waited. Within moments, you rang my bell. I looked through the peephole and let you in, and you just stood there. And you looked scared in a way. Almost like you didn't know quite what you were doing, or about to do.

And that's when I told you to come here, now.

You are Here

Kiss away this tear, before it splatters. Move into me, gradually, like time. Endless.

Breath into me, your life..I need more of you, more of you, to survive. I feel frightened, because, I am alive, but not just that. I feel lost and incomplete. Like a rag doll, floating amidst the open sea.

But when I look into your eyes, I am drawn in. You take me, in, You, make me, flutter, melt like butter, and cream like custard. Ah, the sweeter sin, you are; with pleasures multiplying by the yard, my backyard.

I remember when you moved through the wild grass, and the soil, and found flowers. Pretty, exotic ones with a scent that danced into your nostrils, and a suckle that seeped down your wrists.

You comforted me, like no other man had. This, with a smile, a word, a suggestion. You were always present and tiresome. A truth, a trust, a bond. You were my life jacket. My everything!

And then destiny separated us, without even the slightest warning. I threw my fist up at God, and shouted, until my throat was sore. Gone, gone, gone, you were.

And now, you're back.

You say that you searched for me every single day. And although that sounds cliche, I know it's the truth. I believe you. How could I not? Your eyes, tell the story of a man at the end of a journey. A man completing the circle and conditioned to love.

Love, love, love.

And you've come just in the nick of time.

Why, when you arrived, the door widened, the room exhaled, and my bed ejaculated. My jaw dropped to the floor, and I jumped on you. We kissed each other so much, I feared we'd hurt ourselves.

But, of course we didn't....and I feel indescribable. A little scared, yes, I won't lie to you.

But you are here,,,,and I fucking love you.

A Taste of Summer

I can taste the summer,
before it comes
my hands get sweaty
and my toes tingle some
I sit in the window, calling
for the sun
throat vibrate, as I sing
the sun's song
climb out my window
onto the fire escape
skirt blowing, exposing
my legs,
my hairy legs
shaved when the sun comes
urged to succumb
to the naughty pleasures of
the Hot one
he swam to me from the deepest sea
crawled up my leg
and sucked me
like a jelly fish, so clingy
our love somersaults
and glides through trees
like a crouching tiger
roar through me
clawing sheets, breathe my heat
we howl to the moon
suspiciously,
waiting for the sun
we wait, waiting
cause when the sun comes
we free, we free
barefoot, braless, honey ice tea
watch it drip, from my lips
down to my belly
dive into my navel
like a submarine
squirt, and splatter
down to my feet
you, on your knees
deliciously, reminds me
how sweet summer is
oh, how sweet it be
I'll be waiting by my window
in my nightie
twirling my hair
the smell of summer,
near.

Down For Whateva

Are you down for whateva?
I mean down, like a lever
stuck in this skit
til, the grim reaper gets ya
fuck your pride
sacrifice your life
wear a blindfold, hands tied, tonight
this is how my love rides
you afraid to fly?
cause I got heights
higher than a bird flies
walls so close,
makes your head rise
feels so moist,
like a pan of Dunkin Hines
tastes so sweet, inject a bit of insulin
compromise your system
like a fuckin Martian
tire you out, till
your bedridden
encyclopedia nervosa
such a clever chick
won't get emotional
until the time is legit
that means my career
is set
my money, correct
my fans, got my back
no matter what comes next
sex tape, red tape
I'm still the same girl
I don't like to fight
I got my, bouncers here
I fucked the diesel one
but he wont interfere
cause you're my current dude
if you got what it takes
like a belly ache,
your loves the sickest, I've ate
in not a bad way, baby you were great
now hold that thought
I gotta stash, in the back
no questions asked
take a cab, to the ave
deliver that, stash
yo, deliver that stash
handle your business,
if they front on your ass
and if the cops come,
keep your fuckin mouth shut
cause when a chicken clucks
the chicken gets plucked
got the judge in the trunk,
and your bails taken care of
much respect, King
see you're Down for your lover
One love, baby,,,
Yo, you're Down for whateva....
Street love, baby
my man's,,,,down for whateva....

I'm Feelin You

Your like a brand new toy
a new fix
wish I could fit you in my pocket
feel you close to it
nurse you on my tit
stroke your hair, braid it
wrap it around my fist
bend you over the sink
that role reversal shit
let's learn and live
trek, the planet, and give
cherish each moment
freeze it, IUD, it, in a uterus
mark everywhere we be
like we're conceited
bungee jump, off a bridge
to an unknown abyss
welcoming whatever, will come of it
fearlessly, maneuvering, conquering
nothing can stop this
we are too far gone
this is the weirdest shit
cause I haven't even said
hello to you yet
Goddamn, I'm feeling you

Our Love

My love is like, whoa
and that aint all bad
Loved you before we met
now, how could you realize that
feeling horny when I'm not around
it's because I'm imagining that
exotic dancer, freak nik shit
all over your fuckin lap
it's as simple as that,
as complex, in fact
we are a part of each other
and you'll never be, unattached
they tell you
your falling in love too fast
but, you know, what's up
I own that ass
that head, that brain
that check you just cashed
inside, outside
that part of you
that has yet to evolve
problems solved
your conversation with God
got me involved
I'm here at last
everything you've asked
the epitome of Love
the Goddess in the flesh
french kiss, bitten neck
squirt fest
your girl, your wife
your mistress
your friend, confidant, therapist
my Don, my knight, my plight
my ladder, my star, my pilot
my man, my soldier,
my pretty dick
baby, we are
We Are
enjoying, this Love shit
One Love
This poem's fuckin finished

You Love Me?

You say you love me
I don't give a fuck
You say you'll be there for me
I don't give a fuck
You say you miss me
I don't give a fuck
I'm bored tonight
Okay, maybe we'll fuck
and even then, I won't totally be there
leave my sunglasses on,
so I won't see your glare
cotton panties, left on,
gotta stick it elsewhere
no entra, la boca
not fair?
you're becoming obsolete
and it's a crying shame
we had so much potential
but then you got, lame
no pain, no gain
my hurt was smouldering
confusion, punctuated, by
a longing of belonging
an innate, trait, traced
back to the Only
One,
who will ever love me, wholly
but, you,
I hoped, would be different
like when a breeze, so refreshing
sweeps up my dress, carefree, suggestively
and I care no less
cartwheels, snow mobiles, ant hills
you were my, Chill,
my ride, my hope, my dream, my Life
my peanut butter and jelly, my beans and rice
So when you say that you love me
I just don't give a fuck
cause a love like yours
just feels
All Fucked Up

Freckles

Her face was bare, it seemed. A blank slate, no expression, at all. Just like those folks who've been spooked by a ghost.

And who knows, maybe she had been. The problem is no one knew what was wrong with her. She rarely spoke and didn't initiate contact with people. She was like a plain Jane. Hair stringy and long with no real style to it. She wore muted colored clothing, and worn out generic sneakers.

She had a job, working at the library. A book worm she was. An avid reader, of fiction and mystery. And during her lunch break, she'd hide in the bathroom stall and read, until the hour was up.

No one really paid much attention to her. And the ones that did, treated her like she was a circus freak. Pointing fingers, spreading rumors, and making every effort to make her life miserable.

On a good day, she just ignored them. And well, on a not so good day, she'd kill one of them. Yeah, I know I just said that, very matter a factly. But hey, that's basically how she handled her problems.

Slitting a bully's throat, was a walk in the park for her. And she was so good at disposing the body that no one ever, suspected her.

It reminds me of the time, that, this big doofy guy, farted in her face, when she was in gym class. What a jackass, he was. Literally pulling down his basketball shorts, and exposing his pure natural pimply ass, just to land an explosive fart in her face.

And everyone laughed, like funny was the new black. Yeah, but she just sat there, and didn't move a muscle.

Now, someone should've thought that was weird. Personally, I think they should of called the school psychiatrist in, to assess both of them; but that never happened.

The Doof Ball, received a high five, for his antics, and even the gym teacher, blushed. And poor little Annie; well she went home that night, and decided she'd just kill Doof Ball. And once she came to that conclusion, she fell into a peaceful sleep.

Never, again did she think of that boy or the incident, even though they saw each other every week in gym class.

Then, one not so sunny day, the cheese on her grilled cheese sandwich, happened to be entirely too oozy. And that's when she decided, it was the day to kill him. And so, she took her sandwich, and stuffed it into the bottom of her book bag, and headed off to his house.

She watched him through his window, and even waved to his two year old brother when he saw her there. The little brother, giggled back, and was just about to get the Doof Ball's attention, when Annie bolted into the open window.

Lean, and fast, she was, knocking the toddler to the floor with one blow. And when Doof ball raised his arm to punch the shit out of her, she reached in the side pocket of her book bag, whipped out a steak knife, and plunged it into his stomach.

He keeled over into a pool of his blood, trying to hold on to dear life. And his brother, scared to death by the sight, tried to scream, but Annie put an end to that shit with a backhand to his mouth.

She walked over to the Doof Ball, clutched his chin, and stared hard, into his frightened eyes. Then she removed the steak knife from his stomach, and handed it to the toddler.

"Finish him," she said firmly. And of course the toddler, didn't quite understand what he was being instructed to do, but it's amazing how a few punches to the gut can improve ones comprehension.

The tearful little boy, clumsily staggered towards his brother, knife in hand, and slipped into the pool of blood. Frustrated by the toddler's disgraceful coordination and poor ability to take good direction, she grabbed the knife and finished the two brothers off.

But she wasn't entirely satisfied, yet. And that's when she reached in her bag to retrieve the grilled cheese sandwich, from earlier in the day. She gobbled the grilled cheese sandwich, like she was the fucking Cookie Monster; and then she just sat back on the bed.

She had been lactose intolerant since a youngster, so she knew that she'd eventually receive some side effects from the cheese. Her stomach, began to rumble, but then she realized, it was because she was laughing at the show airing on the television set.

The brothers had been watching Bugs Bunny, and this was the episode, when Bugs, shot Daffy, and his beak turned upside down. Annie, leaned over and turned up the volume, then noticing some family pictures on the dresser.

There was one picture, with the two brothers standing beside a Christmas tree, with plenty of colorful gifts lying around. She held the picture in front of Doof Ball's face. "What year, did you guys take this photo?" she asked. But after not hearing an answer, she laughed. "Oh, I forgot you're dead."

Her eyes started to tear, and her stomach felt very upset. And that's when she pulled down her pants, and let out the longest fart into the deceased, Doof Ball's face. The fart smelled so bad, it's a miracle that Doof Ball didn't come back to life and run out of the room. But anyhow, she collected her book bag and left through the window, of whence she came.

And while walking home, she decided to browse in one of her favorite books stores. And that's when He, caught her attention. He was the only boy, she had ever, took a second look at. And He, was eyeing her.

He must of realized, the feeling was mutual, so he walked up to her, and introduced himself.

He stroked her cheek, with the back of his hand. "You're the sexiest chick, I ever laid eyes on," he said sincerely.

And that's when a swarm of pink freckles sprouted on her pale face. And she smiled so bright, that he had to put his hand over his eyes for just a moment.

I think it was love at first sight. Damn, I almost feel like crying, just thinking about it. Shit, everybody needs someone, right?

Anyway, they walked out of there hand in hand, and she took him to Doof Ball's house, so he could see the massacre. And he was impressed! Oh, hell yeah, he had the biggest hard on, and he grabbed her hand and massaged it on his crotch.

And they left that place, knowing that they were meant for one another. He knew she'd always have his back, and vice versa. And he taught her how to do interesting things like removing the layer off of a fingertip, so not to leave fingerprints, and how to decompose a body in under two hours.

But they, ONLY, killed people that had it coming to them. Cause only a savage would do otherwise,,,they believed,,,,,and so it was so.

Forgive me, for getting so emotional; but I just love happy fucking endings!

Make your Move

If you wanna get to know me, baby
you need to stay low, for a while
watch me,
get to feel my aura
and then with the grace of a swan
make your move
ease up on me, like you have some sense in your head
like you're on bended knee, approaching a Queen
Yeah, that's right, smile for me, be gentle
put your best foot forward, and Shine
if you choose a cologne, make sure that it's
one that will stay with me, when your long gone
if you're a little nervous that's okay
sometimes that's a turn on
just be your Best fuckin self
as if you were on a job interview,
yeah, that's what's up
cause, while you're standing there,
I'm checking out your posture, your essence, your soul
I'm wondering
can i see myself, fuckin this dude?
can i see myself lovin this dude?
can i see myself being faithful to this dude?
can i see myself conquering the world with this dude?
will we be tight like the stars and the moon?
will our love be strong like a fucking typhoon?
is he just a simpleton?
a sideshow, that I need to tivo,
until he reflects
and, corrects, and regroups, yo?
this is what I need to know
Yeah, boy I need to know
cause what, you didn't know
is that I've been watchin you on the low
been fantasizing about getting you alone
upright, side ways, back door, lewd kinda shows
but I'm too cool, to approach you
never that, baby, smooth as a carnival cruise
so I'm just waiting patiently for you
to get off your ass
and make your move

Ghetto Sushi

What's up baby? Why you acting like this? You hardly pay attention to me any more, and I hardly ever hear from you. You say you're busy, but I think that's bullshit. Now, I've been trying to stay calm, and not be all up in your face, but I'm a strong fuckin woman, so I can't stay quiet.

So, here it is....I, I,,,have a pretty good feeling, your seeing someone else. Yup, don't look so fuckin flabbergasted, and yes, that's a new word for your simple donkey ass. I've been checkin your texts, emails, and me and my girls have been up at your job.

Yeah, guess you didn't know that I ride like that. Well I sure do, especially when I feel like I'm being played. See, you really think you're slick dontcha? You've been telling me, everything I wanna hear, huh? Bought me all these nice clothes, and paid my tuition. And then, you break off, like I got the cooties or somethin.

Did I not, do everything a girl is supposed to do, for you? Did I not, buy you the biggest bowl that Kmart had, so you could put your Captain Crunch cereal in it? Did I not, sneak that pack of skunk weed, in the crack of my virgin ass, for you, when you were in the pen? Did I not, wear that tight ass spaghetti lookin thong for you on Valentines Day? And the gynecologist had to give me that stink ass ointment to clear the blisters off my joint?

And what about that time we were fuckin in your grandmomma's house, and your crazy ass uncle came home. I had to hide under the bed, with that 400lb, motherfucker, laying on the mattress fartin all night. I left outta there, with swollen eyes and a set of broken ribs.

Bitch, don't act like, I haven't sacrificed, everything for ya. I am so tight right now,I could just take my handbag and knock that yellow crust outta your fuckin eye. You just don't know boy. Don't let me have to call my Aunt Abertalicious, out here. Yeah, the one with the goatee, and nunchaku's in her purse. She'll taikwondo your ass, all over this here avenue.

What? What did you just say? Oh, now you tryin to disrespect me in front of your homies. What the fuck! You think you're a celebrity or somethin?

Tell me? Where the cameras at, Dummy? Where they at?

You know what? I should of seen this shit comin a mile away. Forever, you've been struttin around these streets, like you some, gangsta, pimp, ass mother fucka. I got you're gansta for ya, bend over and take these nutz.

Your momma, she, a food stamp acceptin ho, and you're poppa, well we know he could be like twenty of these motherfuckas, runnin around here.

You short bus ridin, yellow helmet wearing, lopsided nipple, wack ass sloppy pussy eating, allergic to liquid soap, footed pajama wearin, wettin the bed, cyborg lookin, mother fucka!

I made you, bitch! Yup, none of these girls wanted your ass, until they found out that I was fuckin you! Don't act like, you don't know how it rolls in these streets. Everybody knows, I'm the top, Bitch, and that these hoes just wanna see if they can knock me off my throne.

And I know, why you really stopped comin around. It had nothin to do with me, per se, cause we both know your addicted to this punani. No, it was that new bitch; the one who tried to steal you away from me.

Yeah, I know about her brothers; Pookie, Dookie, and Jesus. They, threatened to crispy your ass, if you got her pregnant or even tried to step out on her. So it looks like you're stuck, huh?

Cause what goes around, comes back around.

And that pretty little bitch, yeah the one with all those Mandingo lookin brothers. Guess what? I'm fuckin her too.

Pick your chin up from the floor, bitch.

That's right, I turned her out last week. She paid my car note and got my hair colored at that French salon downtown.

Don't it look nice?....Oh, there's my little momma. Come here, Pussy, give me a kiss (muah.)

Oh,,,my bad, I thought you were invisible for a minute. So, anyway, I've got things to do. You know, money to make, people to fuck, and people lining up to kiss my ass, so, I'm out,,,,me and my girl are gonna have some sushi.

You ever heard of sushi, motherfucka?

And you're stupid enough to shake your head; No.

Damn, you are one Forest Gump, Gilligan Island, Homer Simpson, actin motherfucka.

Come on babygirl, let's get outta here, and eat some ghetto sushi.

The Police Officer

He had been on the force for many years; and quite frankly, he was getting bored. How many cats in the tree, and drug addicts did he have to deal with. Oh, well. There was that guy that thought he was Spiderman and fell from the twelve story building, but that kind of excitement was starting to become rare.

And today, his partner called out sick, with the swine flu, so he was by himself. Tired of freakin donuts and other routine cop shit. He decided to circle the upscale neighborhoods today.

"Maybe, I'll find some celebrity doing coke in the car," he thought. It was fun, catching them damn celebrities, cause they always had the best excuses, you know trying to avoid the embarrassment of being arrested.

He was as bored as a goldfish in a fucking plastic cup. And so, he decided he'd park the car on this quiet street. He took out his nail clipper and began to cut his nails.

He wondered if his wife was still fucking the gardener. Yeah, she thought he didn't know, but of course he had known all along. Just didn't say anything, cause it was cheaper to keep her. He also knew she would try to keep him from seeing his girls and they were his heart.

He looked up and saw Joe, the wino, staggering in a nearby parking lot. Drunk as always, he almost got ran over by a car. Poor Joe, he just went loony, after his baseball contract wasn't renewed.

The cop got out of the car and whistled at Joe. "Yo! Yeah, you. Come on now, you're gonna get yourself killed out here."

"Oh it's you, Officer Dave," he put his hand on his forehead to salute the officer. "I'm alright, just feeding the birds."

"In the parking lot? What are they drinking today, vodka? Get the fuck outta hear before I take you in." Officer Dave, reached in his pocket and got out ten dollars, then hailed a cab for Joe, to get home.

"You better look into those rehabs I told you about, a month ago. I'm gonna check in on you," he said before slamming the door of the taxi cab.

Then Whoosh! He saw a candy red Ferrari speed past him. He ran to his police car, and flicked on the siren. By this time his adrenalin was pumped. He tried to catch up to the speeding car. Why wasn't the person stopping? He radioed in, but there was a malfunction. "Shit!"

Finally, he was side by side of the Ferrari. It was a woman. She looked over her dark sunglasses and blew him a kiss. No time for his dick to get hard, he had to catch this crazy bitch.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator and swerved in front of her car. Thank God they did'nt crash! So, here they were on this isolated street. He jumped out of the car with his gun drawn.

"Get out of the fuckin car lady. Now!"
She took off her sunglasses and licked her red lips.
"Are you talking to me?" she said.
Now, he was puzzled. He wondered if he was gonna have to call this one in to the psych ward.
"Now, with your hands over your head!" he yelled.

So, she nonchalantly opened her car door, and poured her long leg out, like she was filming some music video or something. She stepped completely out of the car and put her hands on her small hips.

But she didn't have anything on! Well, okay, a skimpy string bikini and a thong, and some 5inch stilettos, straight from the Fredricks of Hollywood catalogue. Yup, the very same catalogue, he jerks off to when he's alone in his garage.

So, now she's like refusing to put her hands over her head. Just standing there like a sexy Goddess. Wind blowing in her hair and shit.

"Why don't you just put that gun down, and come here."

And no he didn't put that gun down, in fact he clutched it tighter, and walked over to her, slowly, like he was walking on a fuckin minefield. He was completely unsure of this specimen.

"Mam, are you drunk, crazy, or what?"
She blew gently in his face. "Just intoxicated, by what I see. Are you new on the force?"

He found himself, about to answer her, when he came to. He reached for his handcuffs, and swerved her around. "You're comin with me lady." He locked the cuffs on her tiny wrists.

"Oh, not too tight. You are a rough one aren't you? Maybe we can work something out." She rubbed her rear end on his groin.

By this time, he just wasn't thinking to clearly. And yeah, a part of him was like No, but she smelled like the wildest sex, and her ass was like, Whoa!

And before he could answer, she stuck her head in the rear car window and eased her body into the back seat of his police car. A maneuver, he had never seen before. And now, she was laying there with her legs open, and yes, her hands were still cuffed behind her back.

He looked over his shoulders, to see if anyone was coming. Oh, God, what was he about to do? He unzipped his pants, and climbed on top of her. Damn, she was like a fuckin tiger. He grabbed the back of her head and bit down on her neck, so he wouldn't cum, but it was too late.

She jerked her body up, and extended her knees to his chest, raising him up. And then she gave him a blow job. Don't ask me how, she did it, but she did. No hands, no room in the car, but it was done. He was finished.

He exhaled, released the handcuffs from her wrists and let her go. He watched her drive away in that red Ferrari, and then he took a nap in his car.

He woke up hours later. Time to clock out, he thought, as he looked at his watch. He drove the car into the lot of the precinct.

One of the officers tapped him on the shoulder. "The captain wants to see you."
"For what?"
"How the hell do I know. Didn't you remember that the new captain was supposed to start today? This one is a ball breaker. Two officers got fired already, today," said the officer.

"Shit, I forgot all about it." Officer Dave looked worried.

"Well, you better get your memory in check. I didn't wanna say anything, but I think someone called in a report on you. And you look a mess, you better fix yourself up, Dave."

Officer Dave, ran to the bathroom to make sure his uniform was correct. He had hoped that no one saw what had happened between him and that woman earlier. He knew he'd lose his job, if so. He suddenly, realized just how stupid he had been. He walked down the hall with his head hanging down.

"Good luck," one of the officers said.
He took a deep breath and opened the office door.
"Captain, you wanted to see me?"
No answer....
"Ummm, I can explain," he took off his hat and rubbed the sweat from his head.

The captain swiveled the chair around, and tapped on the desk, like it was a fuckin piano.

Officer Dave, looked up, and almost crapped in his pants.

It was Her! The lady from the Ferrari, and she had on clothes this time. A complete policeman's uniform. She was the fucking new captain!

He started to stutter.

"I'm glad you responded to my beckoning so soon. I took a look at you're file, but it didn't mention, how good of a fuck you are."

He gulped.

"I'm impressed," she said. She got up and sat on the desk. Did she know that her cleavage was showing?

"You can have any position in this department that you want." She leaned in, "but right now, we'll start with the missionary position."

He hesitated.

"That's an order," she announced.

He dropped his pants.

The End

Save Me

I'm exhausted, I need mouth to mouth, I'm confused
I'm in limbo, I need a rope, to use
I'm open, but not enough, to just cruise
like a free spirit, I wish
but now, I'm feeling black and blue
What to do?
I'm not sure, So, I come to You
I need you to behave, and pull me through
I know it's tempting, cause, I'm so overtly sexual
maybe it's a test, maybe not, you have no clue
like a flower, so trying to bloom
in the shade, I am, and that's not, cool
inhibitions rumbling inside
want to dance, want to sing, need to fly
Daddy,,,,,
may I feed on you tonight?
Feel your Life force, Jolt me, through time
like a high, so high
Baby, I'm highhhhhh
Overload?
I, I
may just Die, in your arms, this night
SAVE ME!

Spaghetti

Spaghetti and veggie meatballs, with chunky tomato sauce. And of course, the garlic bread on the side.

I like angel hair pasta or the really fat spaghetti's. They're so yummy.

Where's your fork? Did it fall on the floor? You've been clumsy, since I've met you, just one of those things that make you unique.

Yeah, everything you do; even the way your ears wiggle when you're fast asleep. Yup, I stay up and admire you. You, you, you. Funny, how I'm so into you.

What was that? The lights from the chandeliers, just flickered. Is there a storm coming? Will it interrupt our candlelight dinner?

Just look at you, sitting across from me; picking that fork up from the floor, and wiping it on your shirt. And you don't just stick your fork into that meatball. First, you toss it around in your plate, and let it suck up the sauce, then you separate it gently, before it fills your jaws.

Did you anticipate, my crawling over this long table to you? When you lifted up your head, I was in front of you. A spaghetti, dangling from your mouth, I wrapped it around my tongue, and took it from you.

Pulled your face into me, like I was smothering you. Whispered dirty things, cause your hands were propelling me to.

Straddled your lap, with my back arched so. Don't know how you did it, but I felt a tingle in my navel.

How did the table hold our bodies and not crash to the floor? When you flipped me over, I grabbed the table cloth and it tore.

All this bliss, in the midst of our candle light dinner. Too bad, we forgot that we were at a 5 star restaurant.

I lost my stiletto while we were running from the cops.

These are things lovers do, when they're feeling deliciously, HOT!

The Gas Station

In the bathroom stall
is where
complicated relations
get worked out
yes, when you're feeling a bit intense
like you wanna
choke that man
pump the gas
with that diesel shit
yup, make it memorable
like a Van Gogh, pic
ask the man behind the
counter for the key
get a roll of tissue
in case, the joint's dirty
flick the light on
lets get busy
if somebody comes in
ask if they mind
join---ing
yo, delete that shit
I don't believe in sharing
tell me you love me
cause it's a beautiful thing
wherever we make love
our love
changes the scenery
we make the room breathe
like a can of Febreeze
make the night come
although it's morning
blessed this here
bathroom
like a Santa maria,
holy water
three leaf clover
we're cumming together
I'm still a lady
let me cover up my treasure
and you'll be my man
you know it's fuckin forever
wash your hands, baby
before you touch
the door lever
cause gas stations are nasty
Remember?

When I Needed You

I'm feeling Emotional
I need you
I'm feeling vulnerable
I need you
I'm feeling sexual
I need you
I'm feeling like I hate you
I need you
I'm feeling like I may leave you
I need you
I feel you're outside of me
when I need you inside
Deep,
Can you be into me
like a galaxy?
Know my thoughts
and anticipate my hurts
so you can mend them
before they spurt?
Squirt, squirt, squirt
like when you hit that spot
not the G, but when you sexed my mind
so eloquently
Fucked the complex side of me
without even penetrating me
Gave me what I need
but only in the beginning
I fantasize about your ghost
cause, it seems your no longer with me
Maybe the next man will be
It's over

A Free Spirit

She was a barefoot, sun kissed, easy going, flower wearing, pony riding, skinny dipping, poetry writing, acapella singing, no deodorant wearing, FREE SPIRIT!

The personification of Life, Love, and femininity. Hugging trees and such, feather in hair, rain dancing in her backyard. Such a joy, and she could make the most callous, person blush. Calm the psychotic, and such.

Was she always this way? Oh, no, no, no, she was a product of a murderer and a cat burglar, and they weren't very kind to her. And did she hate their sorry asses? She sure enough did. Prayed that they'd die, s-l-o-w-l-y, and when it wouldn't happen soon enough, she meditated on it.

And when I speak of meditation, I'm not talking about how those Buddhists do it. No, this bitch, blind folded herself, and lit candles and shit. Rocking back and forth, chanting, and other peculiar shit. Coloring pictures of her parents being dragged to Hell by the Grim Reaper, and them being burned on a stake. Yeah, creepy shit like that.

And one day, she couldn't take the beatings any more. And would you blame her? I mean, her father had her lie down on the ground, while he rode his ten speed bike over her. Yeah, he was one creative, sick bastard.

So, that day, she meditated, and meditated, until the fucking house shook. Damn near, scared the shit out of her, so she jumped right in her bed, and under the covers. Her mother, ran to her bedroom door, and the ceiling happened to cave right in on her ass.

And then her father, hurried in to see what was going on, and a dozen butcher knives, levitated out of the kitchen, and pinned him to the front door.

Booyah! Both dead, as door nails. And she. Oh she, realized she had to have had something to do with this. She wasn't some dumb ass, like everyone made her out to be.

But, eventually, she learned how to put her powers in check. And so, she used them for good, from then on.

She was such a dear, making the neighbors homemade peach pie, and blowing bubbles at them when they passed her lot.

If only she could get rid of just one obsession.....Bikes....She hated them and anyone riding one.

And that poor little 5 year old boy. Guess, he wasn't forewarned, not to ride his bike in front of her yard.

Oh no, she didn't kill him, if that's what you were thinking. Damn, she had some mercy.

The training wheels, well somehow, they rolled off. He lost total control of the bike and panicked. That Greyhound bus, detoured, flying 80 miles per hour, down that dirt road, and the boy, just couldn't stop that damn bike.

Oh Lord, his hair was standing right on top of his head. Shoes laces unraveling, and shit. And then BAM!............He hit the ground, skidding right UNDER the damn bus, stopping several feet away, skid marks on his poor little back.

But he was ALIVE! I told you she wasn't a monster.

She ran up to him, while he was bleeding on the ground. She helped him up and kissed his wounds.....And with a smile, she whispered in his ear, "please don't ride your bike in front of my home again."

And he never did. In fact, he never rode a bike ever again. Guess, he developed some sort of phobia or something. YES, YES! Cyclophobia, that's what it's called!

What a damn shame.