Or burn the skin of our compassion,
they get hugs, handshakes, drugs, blow jobs,
the pantomime road to 100 euros for a double male twice penetration
gifted from sad eyed prostitutes in the whore houses of Mannheim.
They get the masque of love, another useless arrangement of letters
from broken sad men all bad intentions and outward deflection
lost and he only dark grayscale black /startled
juxtaposed against the flawless playwright scored fog-smoke,
mental architecture of gentle white and endless snowhousing your and your’s
only buzz-saw blue eyed angels baiting their breath with your heavy praise.
Your lost and found erections bleeding red with mistakes as blood always does
makes you look inward for a holy moment and realize you never spilled a drop.
Teddy Ray Bullard is a 39 year old US Army Veteran, former gov employee and proud father of two girls. He grew up in rural SE NC, tobacco country, in a fairly religious household. He was first introduced to “underground/controversial” authors by way of a Rolling Stone interview with Michael Stipe (wherein he mentioned the beat author William S Burroughs). That interview was the catalyst for what would become a lifelong obsession with literature and a deep, abiding love for writing, both as an art form and as a means of self-preservation /discovery. His favorite authors are Harry Crews, Larry Brown, Hemingway, Murakami, and Raymond Carver. https://fallinglettertears.wordpress.com/.
