From my view through the sheer curtains, I could see her. I could see into my obsession’s bedroom and watch her with her current lover. Pitiful am I, but nothing, no other man was going to keep me from her.

And so I stood out here in the freezing rain watching the bouquet of white pillar candles burn as they gave her room a soft glow.

She sat at the edge of her bed perched as a naked goddess. Her devote new lover sat obediently at her feet. He awaited her command to kiss, to feel, to touch her in any manner that she allowed.

She nodded her head a crease appearing in her cheeks, she smiled giving consent. This lanky fucker who sat on bent knees brushed his nipples against her naked toes making her shiver. He was too young this schmuck with his pale blonde hair smiling, crawling up her long legs giving feather-light kisses to her thighs.


It was such a thrill finally having her here with him, he thought as he watched her shivering reflection in the mirror.

His tongue mimicked that of a serpent as it flicked insistently. With his sweaty fingers, he poked and stabbed at her gown. Violently lashing out against her, rendering her black dress open from her heaving breasts, revealing a dainty, golden barbell that pierced her right nipple.

Thrashing violently to free herself from his maddening grip, she twisted uncontrollably, making the tight manacles that wrapped around her ankles from the floorboard pound out a little thrum with a tribal cadence.

Buzz Kill

Pig, Fuzz, that’s me strolling the streets
Boots shining, helmet gleaming
Nightstick twirling between the beats

“Wha..? Who is this before me?”

Platform boots, planted
Navy polyester swaying
Afro glimmering in the heat
Lips glossed, glistening

“Mmm, Mmm.”

Hey there groovy mama
Let’s return to my pad and catch a buzz.
Smirks, an angel’s laughter
Share a bong?
Chase the dragon?
Flat foot you crazy.

Lava lamps glowing,
Love beads entwining between our fingers,
Peace signs blanketing the walls.
Flat foot you barmy.

You wear a badge,
Following the law.
I play the skins,

Screaming “Free love.”

Free love, Free love,
I can dig it.
My handcuffs on your wrists,
Melting wax sliding down your thigh.

Copper, stop!

You bum me out.
You flirt,
You tease,

“Dude you are the Establishment.
I’m a flower child.
We will never hang out.”