contemporary mating

dating…

i’ll tinder you,

i’ll match.com you,

i’ll OKcupid you,

i’ll eharmony you,

i’ll [enter ethnicity].com you,

but tell me this one thing

before we go any further,

are we gonna fuck

or

what?

cuz i can just swipe right

to the next one

who’ll most certainly

want to fuck this

royalty,

knighted by the Queen

herself

(pretend royalty, obvs;

it’s the internet…duh),

but i did eat the Queen out,

so that must count for

something;

dry aged pussy –

it’s the new foodie thang,

or will be soon enough.

i’ve always been a trend setter.

-JDR-

clipped wings

I got nothing for you,

inspiration,

not even all the interesting

people

walking

sitting

running

and kneeling

and crawling

with no birds flying around

the free food;

not that i noticed with my

face in my phone

peeking at this girl

i

secretly

secrete for,

while i pretend to search for the birds.

where are those god damn birds anyway?

one empty bottle turns into

two empty bottles

and the fowl i want still hasn’t

noticed me,

but one of the foul ones has,

but after two bottles,

who the fuck cares?

well, the morning;

yeah, the morning;

that’s who cares.

-JDR-

trying to make it home

IMG20170731154312.jpgI could see she was exhausted,

as I took a drag from my cigarette

with a half-glass of cheap whiskey

in my other hand

ready for immediate consumption.  

She wanted to know where home was.

She wanted to know when she’d be there.

I peered at buildings and

people

and water

through the caged window

knowing that I couldn’t give her the answer

she desired.

I could only simply reply,

“when you’re with me,

you are home.”

I’m not sure she comprehended my sentence

since we were both drowning in our sorrow,

but I managed to steal one more kiss from

her – she always tasted like my soul mate;

fermented, tobacco coated, with an aftertaste

of codeine.  Hopeless,  

I fell asleep with my eyes open,

and like any soul mate would do,

she happily joined.

-JDR-

the future

yeah sure, let’s talk

about plans for

tomorrow,

next week,

next month,

next year,

so that we’re constantly

thinking about what

may or may not be

ahead of us

instead of

focusing on

what the fuck is right in

front of us – OUR MOMENT…

cuz that shit ain’t gonna last.

 

-JDR-

m.n.f.

the cataclysmic storm approaches Florida’s shores,
swift as the cottonmouth scurrying through the Everglades,
with lightning striking down upon us heathens;
thunderous roars mask the screams of death
as mother nature invokes martial law,
punishing us for despicable treasonous acts
warranting death by earth’s firing squad.

shiiiiiiit, i ain’t scared; i’ll still frack the shit out of you;
i’m a mother nature fucker.