Jealous Guy

I like the strange little water

and the imaginary window

in front of your face

where starving men peer in

when you're asleep.

I can tell when they take you

to their stupid, ravenous Underworld,

garage, Patel motel cartel, S.U.V.

I know I shouldn't disturb

the natural process.

Wedding-ring fingers on your chin,

their aching, lying tongues

scrolling yours.

They graze even the grassiness

of your skin I love most.

Most aren't real men, though

a few composites sneak in.

My jealousy kept well-bridled,

I'll often stand in the doorway

between streetlamp and dawn

and just stare. Horny

creepy fuck. I know.

Watching you feed, be fed,

I admit my blood's aroused. But

I need the blood in your thick lips

the moment you wake. What I kiss,

taste of the ones you don't remember...

venom I suck from your mouth

right away. The Waking. Strange

vengeful fuck that I crave.


Grudgefuck the ghosts away.