The alienated, the other, the not either this nor that, but both at once, watching from above
John Del Peschio
A few bar stools away,
You told me once of a mouse,
You're back from Provincetown
It's not only eloquence, it's force, it's fire
Always believe, if only for the sake of going along for a fantastic ride
Brace yourself if you failed arithmetic... but it all adds up to love
and Bad Gay Poem
What are the chances you'll like what you hear when his tongue rolls in your ear like a fingertip on a peach?
Why must we do the things we do when it's so obvious we should be corrected?
Auto Shop Mixer
That ordinary moment, unadulterated, destined to be unremembered, yet in which we conjured skin and hearts at will