unhappiness follows me like the plague

allnightsong:

I had a dream last night
while I was awake
of a road that wasn’t
where the living didn’t belong
no homes no lights no signs
and phone calls
from unknown numbers
erasing themselves
from my phone
foreboding forbidding dread
and going forward
to end up behind

Not really the sort of things
you want to keep close at hand
in your head

So I’m thinking sex
Yeah
like all things sexy
in hints and allegations

Hot dogs with no bun
dipped (just a bit) (the tip) in mayo
Taco and burrito platters
swimming in sauce
Sly smiles topped with a wink
thin shirts tight jeans
big belt buckles that are engraved with
“My Big Rig Can Go 11Hours”
gently squeezed Twinkies
resting between a camel’s toes
a little leer and a rub
at inappropriate times
I’m thinking black and white striped shirts
hand on the thigh
and cucumbers with ranch
sliced tomatoes and oysters too
I seem to see a clam it seems
and red lips sucking on my finger
What…are…you doing…
with that popsicle?
Ya know,
I don’t remember what I was trying to forget
And I don’t care.
Come on over here
and borrow me for a while

(via writerscreed)