Desultory and Impulsive

But I doubt I'll ever actually call when all I really want--is to just be with you. Quietly. For a minute--to try and make last forever.
 
Sometimes I am sometimes
Like when I want to want
And sleep
And eat
And don't really

I do that a lot
You know... not really
Or don't really

Like love
And of course... hate

I
Am
Tired
And soon to be balls deep into mandatory overtime

I had to explain that concept to a person once

It's an interesting thing
Having to explain a concept that's a commonplace occurrence --to someone where it isn't.

Mandatory
Overtime

I can see how it doesn't seem to make sense
...how it shouldn't be

But it is. And it's brutal.

Spirit beating
Soul crushing

But such is my lot
...and the lot of so many born into working-class families
 
I am so fucking sick of this bullshit you know?

My whole goddamn life.

I fucking hate it.

I hate not being able to change the goddamn channel to a station that's not airing the same kind of shit-show than the last shit-show I was watching.


Fuck it.
Whatever.

*click*
...static.
 
Oh come now.

I'm not really all that deep
...or heavy.

Am I?

I've "known" you for nearly 2 decades. I'd say the waters are getting deeper and darker as the time goes by. It's not unattractive or offputting. I was being a little flippant. It's Friday night and the gin has flown freely. 😘
 
There once was a time
She could count on me
To pull her up

Out from
Wherever she was

However she got there





And I could.
 

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Sheet metal.

Was more a tear than a cut or scratch



Went to supervisor
Asked if she trusted me enough to put on my own bandaids.

She said she would do it
Gave her an excuse to walk away from work

I washed while she put on gloves
We were close
I held my arm out

She stepped closer
 
She had a blond body
That I bound down with briars
To bruise on top of blacktop tires
In a rag tag backdrop Buick

A real water blue beauty
With white walls that went 'round and 'round
On tread that hummed along
That smooth asphalt ass of hers

Split cracked lips
Blood red broke my mind
When my tongue touched the metallic taste of them
She hushed my ears with some sad song
Then took another hit

Her body went limp

I carry her card in my pocket
In my wallet

Worn leather

A real cowhide cattle haulin' kingpin
 
...keen on them kind little ladies
Hiding hard in those truck stop ghettos

Derillect greaser scum cops
Eyeing out for those sweet ass crop-tops
Full of 10-4s

10 fingers
4 of which are knuckle deep
In some super snatch sandwiches
Leaking a little mayo out the side

If you know what I mean.
 
Dixie Sue was the first to say something
Mostly because she got the clap

The others kept quiet

Nobody really knows what ever came of her
I ain't never heard anyone succumbing to the clap
But I guess if left untreated anything can happen

Personally I think she's up whoring at that joint just off the county line
 
Actually...

That isn't even remotely goddamn true.

I get bored of my surroundings a shit-ton more often than I do of myself.
 
I am bored with my surroundings due to circumstance but am trying to find things that I can do. I will be able to do more as time goes on, I hope you find things to keep you occupied!:rose:
 
Pretty much all that I care to be occupied with is sleep and orgasms. That's it. That's all.
 
A tiger lily was tacitly tattooed
Across her upturned wrist

The rope covered it
But not the color of it
Which worked through my thoughts
Of seagulls and swamp water stilt homes
Of mangrove trees



The end.
 

Don't you hate it when people at work or wherever try to spark up a conversation about all the dumb shit everyone else is interested in like sports or hunting or cars or some work related bullshit or some bullshit hobby or music or books or politics or weather or bitcoin, or crossfit, or keto diet, or tv or netflix or blah blah blah waiting for you be all like "OMG I KNOW!!!" or have some other engaging reaction when all you really want is for them to just shut the fuck up and go away because seriously... Sleep. Orgasms. That's all assholes.

And I swear... the next motherfucker that sees fit to comment or ask hows my nap whilst I nap during my break...

Is going to get my metal.


Seriously. Do I go all up on them about them smoking on their break? No.

Leave me the fuck alone.
 
Although she was wearing pants
I could still see the lace of her panties
Through the thin yellow denim fabric
As she bent over in front of me last night
To through more wood on the campfire
 
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