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BoySlut is temporarily on vacation

Posted: September 13, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

Will be accepting submissions soon!

 

 

 


 

Well BoySluters and Alike
today BoySlut turns the big “6“
and who would have thought
I`d last this long!

Though BoySlut has not pub`d anything
in the last couple of months
doesn`t mean that it has quit.
BoySlut will resume [at any given moment]
or as soon as I can get my shit together!

Until then …


 

burdened

 

she floated, when found,

sea leveled in a bathtub

bound in toxins and gins

made of marble and

gash, wrists semi-thrashed

suicide blond,

gone, filthy girl, gone;

six brass plated slugs

tattooed against her breasts

but the one inked in her heart

was especially enslaved for him

when pressed, will bleed, sowing seeds

 

for she knew

how he fucking loved her

and how

he would carry her body

the way sinners

carried their sins ~

 

unconscious and

burdened

 

 


Cassius Marcellus Clay, Cassius X, Muhammad Ali… …born & raised in the South: Louisville, Kentucky. No matter what you called him, he defined himself… …he proved he was the best, he was always top-shelf. Olympic Gold-Medalist with Boxing-Titles… …he had so many Opponents, but no Rivals. He was never afraid to stand-up to Oppression… …always willing to […]

via Muhammad Ali: One of the Greatest — Gareth Bryant…


 

artist: Fabian Perez

 

 

Cherry Pie Love

 

you are

 

tragically

 

beautiful

 

sitting there

 

doused in hunger

 

burdened by despair

 

hidden there

 

in the

 

darkened corner

 

of this

 

bakery

 

bar

 

café

 

nursing vino

 

smoking a camel

 

and

 

eating cherry pie

 

and

 

for the love of

 

GOD,

 

I ache to

 

wonder

 

who did you

 

wrong?

 

 


THE SUN

 

 

I could have been gentle.

But you would have thought less

 

 

of me.  I am no angel

and trees cover my light.

 

My soul basks in its own

flame.  Rivers capture my

 

reflection. I look still.

 

 

I am a day star weeping

without a tear.  I take

 

 

no pity on the world.

 

My name is the sun.

 

 


24hr cafe

 

the day

is cold and gray

sirens wail in the distance

as rain pours on the outside

coffee in two cups

are being poured

inside the 24 hr cafe ~

no cream, no sugar

just black coffee drinking strangers

accompanied

by the occasional sound

of a newspaper, ruffling