You Dance To Disco

a cold spring

black wings, cloven hooves

i hear daddy on the move

altars not approved

kkk

He is Kevin Kline
He’s not your, he is not mine
Relax and do a line

2 for 3

This is bigger than me,
This is bigger than you.
I’m becoming a spy
I can’t tell for who.

I’ll never be around
My hours won’t make sense
But at the end of the day
I’m working for someone’s defense

Cover my eyes with designer shades
And bleach my hair blonde
My look will change
A nouveau James Bond

You probably want to ask
“Why would they want you anyway?”
“You’re not conspicuous,
you’re very attractive, and kind of gay”

But don’t you understand
My big-mouth and stellar looks
Are just what they need
To catch international crooks

No one would expect
A hottie like me to give up his life
To find those suspects

I’ll be dealing in secrets
Jet set in first class
I won’t be myself
I’ll be wearing a mask

I’ll have an account
Unlimited expenses
Don’t get angry at me, but
there will be no house
with white picket fences

Well hold on, just a minute
Before you reach for that door
There’s something I’ll ask you
You’ll want to know more

I can’t do it alone
I need a partner in crime
So I’m asking you, love
Have you got the time?

You’ll get the same benefits
You’ll get what is due
But if you say no
I may have to kill you

price is right

this casual girl

she likes to drink her soda flat

driving a mustang, bought on her own

she always knows where the party’s at

she’s not an addict

she’s never paid for an ounce

but she sparks it every weekend

she knows when it counts

she hangs with all the boys

this girl next door

but nevertheless

no one thinks she’s a whore

she’s not a lezzie

she’s not unkempt

she’s super gorgeous

with no attempt

i wish that i knew her

for so shy, i am

until this friday

i helped with her locker jam

electric

cactus cactus in the air

prickly nectar in despair

dryness fills the desert sky

surrounding wildlife waiting to die

little did the earth know

there was a secret kiss

soft and gentle

nothing amiss

only a drop

only a taste

to not seek more

would be a waste

how could you get

to be so wet

to overflow your skin

beads of sweat

so hot we danced

in the sand and brush

drinking from the fountain

as an airport lush

a moment before

we were itching to leave

but this newfound treasure

made us believe

there was nothing better

and there was more to come

keep your buttons on

let your heart beat like a drum

the pleasure of the sun is tricky

it has no good or bad intentions

whichever decision you two make

is up to your discretion

mission statement

5. CeCe

*Note: I’m fully aware that this sounds like just a diatribe about how I’m finally attractive and self-aware, but I’m intending it as a reflection on how WEIRD I FEEL ALMOST DYING TWICE LAST WEEK. So please don’t hate.*

Finally, there is symmetry

A golden mirror, it’s old and wise

The walls and contours drip with red

But blue is the color of my eyes

They channel ancestry

Of all those relatives

The ones who almost made it

The Cynthia dolls, fell short of the Malibu dream

My hair finally floats to the perfect edge

A mustache my father would be proud of

Collar bones my mother would pronounce

These tank straps keep falling

But its a drip I want to burn and caress

Because this skin is naturally tan

And every inch deserves your hand

An anomalous end, a porn-star reaching a prime

far after retirement

Besides the past, clean inside and out

In a town that I can bend my perception.

Finally. Relax.

It’s time someone find my pillow lips

Fall asleep, because I’ve been dreaming forever.

(UGH WHAT A FAGGOT POEM OH WELL. IT IS WRITTEN.)