jay miner

 

That one Clairvoyant section of your heart


That one Clairvoyant section of your head,
Laid out on the cutting board
Kneading through muscle & cartilage

V legs forming a Y @ me
(ankles pinned behind my ears,)

lay there twitching like a seething summer insect after
being fucked on the kitchen table.

The pantry shelves

An insect with the lungs sliced right out of it

Crying at the wind and coming on the walls

 

Morning candles

Morning candles
Wax blown
Washed ears ashore
Sound blown all out

Morning candles
Booming like the coffee that drips
Dipshit percolator
Driving you to the edge of your fat seat
(and then some,)

no one rolling any dice on your couch
& your fingertips turning yellow

be that as it may:

feathers and flowers and cut grass hitting the floor.

 

Muffin

Dog eats muffin
Muffin cries at the sunset
Sunset turns red
Red apples grow legs
Legs that explode into the rough world

After consuming too much of everything, She lay there twitching on the
picnic table, an entire body twitch

As the sky and the chokehold fuck wildly in the twinkling moonlit twilight

Can I come over to your house and hose your whole family?

She was trying to remember, but the lust only rolled off her tongue and into
the spiked punch.

Sucking on a cheap bottle of gin, eyes wet with tears, legs buckling, mind
blowing, heart exploding.

Walking weak legged and missing teeth

The heat in Las Vegas made it bleed like a stuffed pig.

I lie on the sidewalk, the local kids sucking that last great gasp of nicotine
from my dark blue lips, smoking me and sending me ghost to evaporate into
the dark.

 

On hot pokers in your ears:

Yes, you bleed, a little bit, but this is learning,
The life-taking process, a cold lump

Before I go, let her lick my torso,
Whisper death threats into me that make my cock go harden

The cycle expands and explodes upon impact

Strapped tightly to her soft features, drooling

There is a highway that goes

To where my body might fall to

Somewhere beyond all this animal thrusting and the walls painted white with
plasma

 

In high wind

In high wind, leaves fall from trees
In hot weather, women wear less, ass and breasts exposed
Pets fuck wildly
People lose their minds

 


Jay Miner

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born 1973 buffalo, ny, has lived in michigan and arizona and now resides in nevada. publishings included at: rebel's advocate, wooden head review, fuck!, lucid moon and at the-ho!d.
Jay Miner
340 3rd St., #229
Sparks, NV 89431

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