Paradox

Don't love me.
I'll break your heart.
I'll always cheat.
I'll always outsmart.

Don't leave me.
It'll hurt too much.
Can't you see I care?
We always went dutch.

Don't call me.
You won't understand.
Don't believe me.
Reality isn't my land.

Polygon

She always wants him.
She now wants his friend.
She used to want his sister.
She begins to see a trend.

He's got the face.
She's got the charm.
He's got the money.
She rings the alarm.

Four way polygon.
Three-ways smart.
One part taboo.
Eyes, furtive, dart.

Shoot that whiskey.
Come upstairs.
Have some cake.
Don't forget the eclairs.

Let's hang out and smile.
And pretend it's all fine.
When the thoughts in our heads.
Explode like landmines.

Spasiba

Mommy's my comfort.
Mommy's my drive.
Mommy loves me.
Mommy's mine.

Mommy will protect.
Mommy will fight.
Mommy may cry.
But Mommy's always right.

Mommy, please smile.
Mommy, look ahead.
Mommy, I'll make you proud.
Wherever I head.

Girdles and Giggles

Squeeze, nip, tuck.
Pout, smile, cluck.
It's almost right.
It's almost night.

Feminine viles.
Glorious smiles.
Hourglass lies.
Times flies.

Power surge.
Abdominal urge.
Adrenalin peaks.
She speaks.

Fits like a glove.
Supports like love.
Wasp waist and satin.
Delicious like sin.

Jazziest curves.
Naughtiest swerves.
Push and shove.
Soft as a dove.

Tighter my dear.
I will not fear.
This pain is so sexy.
I feel so foxy.

Pull the strings.
Crumple these wings.
Bind me to perfection.
Hear my confession.

I want to be hurt.
I want to feel pert.
In this 35-21-35,
I feel the most alive.

Spew

Too many lines floating in the air.
Too many dreams hidden in those eyes.
He must produce, he must puke.
Even if his work, he begins to despise.

Mechanizing those thoughts.
Making viral his nightmares.
Beautiful is his pseudo-pain,
Put forth as his mind dares.

But there's an end to some stories.
From blatant nothingness to glory.
Then as the applause begins to hurt his ears,
Into his lies he'll start to bury.

Snail Mail

Lily smiled when the letter arrived.
Lily laughed as she read it aloud.
Lily had waited way, way too long.
For the whispering hormones of that papery sound.

My love, wrote Jo, It's been a while.
The summers are long, the winters divine.
For you I yearn, all day long.
Of the same fork, we are two prongs.

Sentimental thoughts are wearing me down.
Carnal urges that make old ladies frown.
Take that ship and sail towards the middle.
Let's sit by the beach and play the fiddle.

Lily smiled at she read between the lines.
Naughty Jo was lonely amidst the white sands.
She took out her pen and tossed him some dreams.
And smiled as she pictured his tortured screams.

Reverse

It's pulling me aside.
It's taking me away.
From who I used to be.
It's leading me astray.

There's no hope in here.
Must leave it all behind.
The dust is settling in.
There's nothing left to find.

Darker demons smile.
As the kick starts to fade.
You fooled yourself again.
You're starting to degrade.

It's over when it hurt.
It started when I choked.
The pain is all I have,
Everything else revoked.