october two thousand six.

its october.
not in-between like june
or a beginning like january.
its cloudy
and the skies are grey with smoke.
we feel older
without the wrinkles.
and we're smoking for fun;acting out our
empty soliloquys.
i'm empty without your hands on me.
are you now as lonely as i've been?
i've been i've been...worse off.
this is nearing the end,
closer to a beginning.or not.
this is october.

miss.in(g)fidelity.

she's radiant in the sun.
like butterflies.
sweet in that sundress.
a dress of lies. like tattoos of sin
printed across her breasts.
across her thighs.
you love her like pink floyd.
you love her pretty bangs.
but your pretty whore's
spreading her pink lips, banging
someone else's hips tonight.