After CindyLou Left

I know guys lots better at this than you

Guys that climb back up on their crosses the minute you pull
the nails from their palms and they smack their heads against
the wood and dig for splinters with the tops of their skulls
screaming the whole fuckin' time "I'M IN PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!"

Guys who can't get enough twistings into the stiffness they
call their necks or enough pierces through strange body parts
(or places in their psyches best left alone for pleasure) that
they need to curl long agonies for any second they feel sane.

Guys who think two guns just ain't enough and want their rooms
dark and their women whores and they get off on just that fact
alone but seek exquisite torture in the bending of their minds
to a master/slave mentality climaxed at certain shame.

Guys who spiral into highwalled oblivion as an ever narrowing
corridor leads them round and round and round to less and less
and blacker emptier cells that leave them drained and angrily
contemplating genitals while looking desperately for who to blame.

* * *


When Allan came back his tongue was pierced
and the flame around the new decoration on his arm
screamed for codeine and tequila
like no other I had ever seen.

"Where'd you go?" I muttered.


"Down to Navy's .. god that guy's sadistic .."


"there are others ... "


"yea, but you know how well that wife of his fills jeans."




- Beau Blue

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