i am the piper
cept my pipes are
a bit rusty
out of tune
its too late for monthly checkups
but you never seem to mind
but you see the only reason they are
so worn out
is because i sing my melody
as loud and beautiful as I can
every time we do the dance of passion
no, they can't be rusty
i've serenaded so many other women before you
that can't be
your melody is sweet, pure, harmonious
but of course, you've only just started
you make me feel like an old man
whose pipes have seen generations
i almost feel bad serenading such a pure heart
but i know what will happen
you will leave me soon
yes, I know from our passion dances that you
but when you find another whose music is sweeter
more pure than my coarseness
you will love him more
its only a matter of time...
Words flow no longer a trickling drip
but the raging Mississippi with that
dream steamboat demotic.
It is good and I am whole.
The spirit is alive
and flows from these enlivened fingertips.
I am my own and this energy will be harvested.
I will storm and I will rage from dawn
Through the twinkling night.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And Jill collected the life insurance
And is now a rich bitch with plumbing!
Weird smell in the bathroom.
I'm pretty sure it's coming
from behind the toilet.
It expands up past tile floors
ignores the grid of labyrinthine plumbing
wall-panels asynchronous by decades
ignoring the mirror more murky than coherent
and into my sensory network
as I add to the problem.
$500 first hour
$300 each additional hour
$700 first hour
$350 each additional hour
Costumed Roleplay $300
Blow Jobs N/C
Around the World (me) $100
Around Your World $300
Golden Showers $150
Hitler’s Thing (don’t even ask)
Gun Fetish $200
Foot Fetish $150
Other Fetishes P.O.R
Cash or Credit. Credit Cards discreetly billed to ‘Avi’s Plumbing’
A mechanized millennium
with silver rivets hammered from
the once glorious dreams of the populace
They are now all identical.
instruments that pierce the flesh of progress
the price paid to advance across the toll bridge
that is "the betterment of society"
But bland and boring can hardly be better
than stark and standoffish rants of individual pipe dreams
They took those too-
the pipe dreams are now piping in the plumbing that runs beneath the streets
we walk all over them.
only half realizing they exist and not half caring
with spirits that lack luster our
low lackluster dreams are dying
crossed the great divide,
sea to the land, from
one to another, then, talking.
crossed the narrow bridge
talked of the past,
revisit the old place.
all plumbing and stair rods,
you know what i mean.
courage to walk away
from objects that irritates
our eyes, to eat another way,
with snakes and camphor oil.
you know what i mean. with
the kindness of strangers
to cross the mountain, be led
they say it may be drizzly today.