Tim Barrus Blog
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An Assumed Name
i never used my real name doing sex work, it wasn’t difficult becoming him, a withdrawal from reality and sleep among the tricks and the travelers who are your fathers and your brothers and your husbands and your sons, your friends and the people you work with and the people… -
Naked On the Internet
i always saw you as a prisoner in the striped pajamas/ more uniform than pajamas/ my own skin was no camouflage nudity my cock was always hard/ your blue was sheer obfuscation, not melancholy/ it had you by the throat/ slightly gaping, we both fucked the same sailors on the…
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When They Realize
when they realize that life is a fight for it/ all of life is a fight for all of it/ or whatever rush of it they can get a hold of and grab/ all you need are fists/ when they realize that i have survived most of what they continue…
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Having Lived With You
having lived with you/ for so many years, i kinda knew what it was you wanted/ what it was you liked/ in that orchestration of a silent language and other things tongues are for/ the darker planets of your delicious bed/ how sharply in it, your cistern just beyond those…
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You Wanted To Eat My Hole
you wanted to eat my hole turning tricks on the street in the rain usually meant someone sucking cock usually in the backseat of a car the one that drove twenty times around the block and it was too cold for your tongue in my shit hole so i told…
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bikerfuck
like the parking lot chimera you were you’d only fuck me on the bike in public it was the winter of the recent deaths, burning my hole in the growling of the emptiness schoolboys with cigarettes watching and pretending a degree of indifference if you are so i-do-not-care then, why…
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Running From the Past
stop pushing me my running from the past is mine your insistence that i not run from the past is abuse you are an abuser who relishes seeing people in pain and then you write about them and you spit in their mouths i don’t give a flying fuck if…
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Because It Has Drawn Blood
because it has drawn blood i let you play because it has drawn blood you pushed the catheter in because it has drawn blood for a moment that core because it has drawn blood fed on rockweed seas because it has drawn blood and silences all memories of the dead…
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Your Parents Were Asleep In The Downstairs Bedroom
your parents were asleep/ in the downstairs bedroom we were upstairs through lucidity and the night of thorns/ mayhem unconstrained the milkman stairs groaning but never taking sides/ your midnight cock like oceans deep in the tearing evidence of blood diffused by carnage/ your parents downstairs/ unafraid https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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I Was Focused on Autumn’s Cumming
i was focused on autumn’s cumming when that time of death and frost ejaculated in my mouth autumn itself was arrogant with the bitter days riding ponies through the shadows of woods fallen away and split with slashes of red freezing on my many hungry tongues and traveling road trips…