an apple a day
was supposed to keep the doctor away
but I sliced them up with
shots of Tanqueray
and think to pen a few lines
but sometimes there's not too much to say
so lemme take a few long sips
and get this thing under way

should I s...

yesterday
the twain became one
voluptuous and virgin
America
to the most handsome
vivacious and viral
Democracy
the promises made to love
protect
cherish
til death do them part
white silk train
flowing from sea to shining sea
maid of ...

We learned to pray with neon and grit,
our knees on cracked sidewalks, palms on hot grates,
hands full of names we could not forget—
Mama’s breath, Daddy’s last laugh, the cousin
who never came home but still set the barbecue.
This city baptizes ...

Oh the infatuation with machines.

Point and click for d!ck pics

Stream virtual vaginas

Bandwidth baddies jack off sedentary slaves with high speed depravity

Download and drop a load on one dimensional illusions

Sexual screen savers hold hands...

High above all else,

we whisper confessions,

palming our giggles so they

won’t get out.

For she is makes up for every

good breath ever withheld

from me, pressing my chest

gently with lips to my mouth.

—JG ©2026

Negative thoughts are pollution, just no other way to put it. But just because it is pollution, that doesn't mean you have to inhale the fumes. The air is clean out here and you have to just breathe it in.

That's your life force talking...inhal...

somebody on the stoop preachin' at sunrise,
hands like currency counting the day in nickels,
mama's coffee burned but she sips it proud—
that bitter better than the silence of empty pockets.
we move through the city like saved prayers,
feet slick on ...

Oh yeah SC that heat has hit the fan

Wont miss Summer you at all not

the one that need a sun baked tan

If nothin else summer glad

to see you go so I can play this

beautiful song by the beautiful

Angel of the night Angela Bofill a

forever fa...

Every morning is a grand rising,

ascending in the midst of your vast

mind,

you priming mine to paint it

with your lightness.

Where chaotic strokes of weight

used to be, you wash the canvas clean

in regal gold, and reinvent the sharp

She speaks to me in a whisper,

touching me deeply, jolting my

mind in a way that made me

change it. Now I’ve come to

believe in a love with a

nonexistent full-body presence—

one that is heaven-sent.

Ever since that celestial kiss

of w...

I knew I wouldn't remember yesterday
so
I wrote it down
just in case I needed to refer back to moments I didn't remember
or
emotions were typing on my keyboard on its own
or
ejaculated from my pen
and I knew nothing about it
until I read ...

My Anesthesia,

you keep me under your power

the way you put me to bed.

The way you tuck me in tight

is a wonderful touch, feeling

the midnight in your flora duvet.

I drift in the quiet, a willing surrender,

where shadows dissolve into s...

A Real Clothes Line

Remember the first night got incoming I

was runnin so hard to get to the bunker line

Been in country two weeks waiting for unit

to b assigned pullin details filling sand bags

pickin up cigarette butts KP Gu...

my pen
up and jumped off the kitchen table
silverware and glasses fell to the floor
the while thing wobbled
all four legs became unstable
dazed for a moment
dreaming I was the main character in Aesop's fable
my pen cursed at me
demanding I...

All is quiet—

in the valley that deepens,

until he puts a finger on her mind,

causing an influx of drips.

A moisture that is loud

to the cognitives of

what he calls pleasurable rifts.

The way they slip

over the tip of his words

is ...

A Luna wolf has been spotted in the London area do not attempt to overtake

Please do not approach

This rare pink wolf is considered extremely dangerous when encroached

The nerve of those peasants calling me a… a…wolf on the prowl.. wow...

To the man who holds the ransom of my heart
The fine line shielded behind the clause
Holding my presence in the cloak of midnight
Tender emollients he rubs into the pores of my skin
From head to toe, his palms wondrously gallop along the s...

This piece is my response to a poetess on the topic of morality and faith. Her original words are not included out of respect for her authorship and copyright.

I can appreciate your point of view in the fairest sense of respectability in the kn...

Don’t look now,

just be you and his eyes

will find your artifacts.

You have been digging to

locate what makes you a

treasure when you shouldn’t

have to ask.

Don’t ever question what

makes you a good coin

amongst many—

a penny...

Listen—
the block keeps its hymns in the cracks of the sidewalk,
the mortar where babies' names were whispered like prayers.
We pass them hand to hand, cigarette ember to porch light,
tell the wind our business in the language of boiled gree...