Mj Taylor

 

 

sand castle

when we made love
i’d cum
falling on her
like a kicked
over sand castle
she’d blow gently
on my neck
grazing me
w/her fingers
trying to rebuild
something
that was never
meant to
last.

existential sickness by Mj Taylor

 

all the boys here
got no one
to go home to
even if they do.

bellied up
over their glasses

eyes stained with
hi-tech porno,

bird in
their throats
haggard crow.

all suffering from
a mutual sickness
of existence :

a dismay in knowing
exactly what tomorrow

will hold.