Depression

It growls,
bites
and snaps at me,

tearing chunks from my
leg,
and once the flesh
is gone,

it will chew through
the bones,

and once the bones
are gone,

it will devour the rest
of me,

saving the head
and the heart
for last.

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I Hope So

This is your challenge:

Can you love?

Can you act
decent?

Human?

Are you capable
of letting another person
in?

Are you willing to find
yourself
in those dark
sad eyes?

In the tears
sliding down her face?

In the arms
squeezed around you
so tight
even sadness
suffocates?

Are you willing not to
take,
but to provide?

To give her what could have
saved you
when the hood of
a speeding truck
looked like a fine place
to sleep?

This is it,

this is your challenge:

Can you
love
someone else
besides
yourself?

Love Poem

You are 20,000 orgasms
screaming
all at once,
you are a throat splitting
in half,

you’re like falling into bed
after just the right amount
of wine,

lying with someone
who doesn’t play on her phone
afterwards.

You are a fountain of champagne,
the giver of swollen strawberry
dreams
and candy cane kisses.

You may be one of the few
who has mended
more hearts
than you’ve shattered.

I believe I’m important
to you,
but I’ll believe anything.

I’ll swallow any lie,

especially if that lie
is gift-wrapped
in hot pink
wrapping paper

with a tag reading:
For your eyes
only.

A Funny Train Of Thought

You know you shouldn’t,

yet you can’t help
but wonder
who she’s sucking off
now,

what ridiculous noises
he’s making,

if she got any better
at it
than she was
with you.

You secretly hope
she got worse,

that she’s clumsy,
biting down,
making him yelp
and jerk
on the mattress,

and you chuckle
as
you picture
red tooth marks
on his shaft,

her face
twisted
in embarrassment,

Serves them right,

and you howl
with laughter
as you realize
they won’t be able
to have sex
again

until his stupid
chewed up
cock
heals.

Heat

When you lose yourself
in her,
you realize:

Heaven doesn’t come
after death,

rather
in life
when you’re awake,
warm,
burning,
pulsing,

when the cracks
in the earth
open,

when your lips ooze
fire,

your flesh fuses
together,

when your howls
drown out
thunder
from the next continent,

when the eruption
occurs
not on the surface
but down
below
where everything
is hot,
dark,
and melting
just
right.

God Damn It

We left Planned Parenthood
and strode
through the parking lot.

She rattled
a fresh package of pills
in her fist,
unlocked the car,
and settled in the driver’s seat.

I took my place on the passenger side.

We closed the doors.

“Well,” I cleared my throat,
“I know what we’re doing when we get home.”

“Actually, I’m kind of hungry.”
She twisted the key in the ignition.
The engine roared.

I squeezed her leg. “So am I.”

“No, I’m hungry forĀ real food.
Dinner food.
How about pizza?”

“Pizza,” I said, “is literally
the last thing I care about.”

She shrugged. “Well,
a good pizza can fill me up
better than any man ever could.”

She put the car in
reverse,
backed out of the parking space,
and then we really went
to pick up
a goddamned pizza.