Calvero's Blog, page 162
May 27, 2016
May 26, 2016
iamhomeless:
How does it go from her
spreading her butt...
How does it go from her
spreading her butt cheeks
so you can look at a mole
near her asshole
to, one day,
just like that,
never talking to/seeing each other
again?
It’s such a huge fucking leap -
one you’ve never figured out
how to make -
&, as expected, you come up short.
You crotch yourself on the memory
of being inches away from her radiant,
kitten-like asshole,
concerned about the mole
but, at the same time,
just so insanely fucking happy
to be so intimate with someone.
You can’t imagine being
that intimate with someone else
again.
You don’t want to be that
intimate with someone else.
Just her
& her assmole.
The three of you -
one, big, happy family.
storedeepinsideme:
Nirvana at Raji’s, Los Angeles, CA, US....
Nirvana at Raji’s, Los Angeles, CA, US. February 15, 1990Photographs by Charles Peterson
May 25, 2016
iamhomeless:
Splotch of discolored bird shit
on a park bench...
Splotch of discolored bird shit
on a park bench -
you look like a discarded
Pablo Neruda love poem
written on one of his
off days.
I’d pick you up & read you
but there are a lot of people
around.
Also, I just washed my hands.
Sorry.
iamhomeless:
The space between me & them
is a pair of angel...
The space between me & them
is a pair of angel panties
fresh out of the dryer that,
despite hundreds of washes,
still has a skid mark in the shape
of a run down, bloated Ferris wheel
on the ass.
When I press my face
into the panties & sniff,
the Ferris wheel lights up
& begins running again.
Then I sit back & smile,
confident & relieved
this space is all I’ll ever need.
May 23, 2016
iamhomeless:
She & I met in a small, docked boat
made of...
She & I met in a small, docked boat
made of coughing & mucus.
She wore lacy, pastel flats on her feet
& I asked her to take them off.
She did & then I took my cock out
& began masturbating as I looked at
her perfect ginger feet.
“Men have two settings,” she said
with her toes by stretching them
like pale, unpainted xylophones.
“Horny & hungry.”
Shortly after, I came on her feet.
It was a warm, wonderful snowfall
that made both of us smile.
“Do you wanna row to Taco Bell?”
I asked her.
