I MET A FRIEND OF SOPHIE*, WEDNESDAY 

Snap-  

Her body wore the emulsive sheen of a keenly polished young boy. Dairy white and primed for a three act kick start.
Thirty and three neck adornments strung.The totality of her treasure trove,assembly dressed for hasty home invasion.
Peeling purple lipstick by mattel and drilled
in to her skin the divine afterthought of a stoma bung.
Two wires protruding dripping ripe
for plugging red and yellow.
A clavicle hardware store,her sweet selection teats,those tantalizing illofty tufted dugs hung.

Lost Mary,she typed.

Cinema Verite- 

Buick skylarking crammed with stick shift stuff. Tight framed,
buffed leather interior black. Center stage the dim lucid clough
of the keen pubic rewilder in the buff.
Action.
A hand begins a papal caress of pinky stiff plugs, a fist is a lot. They say.
Mouthing in twin step. Mouthing for him.
Cut.

Fellatio in the footwell for likes.

Sext-  

I’m in the hospital getting my toe amputated Friday but honestly I’m just chillin’ form fillin’
Merry Christmas to you and a very happy and lively new year

There are Three parts to any start.  A Triptych. Trust me.

*Come to think of it, I don’t think she was a friend of Sophie.

***

GO GET MILK.

Go get milk.
We have milk. 
Go get milk.
We have milk. It’s been sitting here for 5 days. You can swig it all.
Go get milk.

Every war is a milk war. Said an unnamed source.

***

A DIRTY LITTLE GLASS OF MILK 

Frotting on manual from the privacy of her own trash can,
her reward for medically induced rebellion.
Don Gato naked from the waist to toes,
paradise and piss from the same pot.

A silenced scream on the half hour moment of release-

Serve me milk from a dirty glass and fuck the police.