I use courier font
to pretend to be a beat
with the violent word throbbing at my throat
UBERMENSCH UBERMENSCH UBERMENCSH!
I hit the words out myself
onto the screen
like a real 21st century super-man.
Can I be the over man?
Or does one only come closer
until they reach their limit,
biologically?

Painting a picture appeals to me
but it does not come to me.
The words are false
pretentious
liars!

But carving my thought,
not plural,
into the ****** face of my monitor
comes as naturally as
the crack
of the belt on
Jenna.

The softness of the Japense writer is not lost on me
when input
but when output
comes an ugly nausea
of emasculation.

I cannot pretend to be gentle.
Instead I am inspired
by a violent word
of the individual
of the elite
of all I disbelieve
UBERMENSCH!

Who else was inspired by
this word?

Take them off now,
It's been too long since
we've amused ourselves
with those layers of
goofy humour, non-sense jokes,
favourite song, favourite movie,
hell I don't even have any favourites
I just told you to keep
the conversation going, so
I could reach somewhere deep
beneath your colorful veil
and explore the place no one else has
touched,
dim and soft and silent and still,
house to your secrets,
your fears and your dreams,
your demons and your guardians,
the dark and the sunny
facets of your being-
take me there,
Disrobe yourself,
of these distracting layers

If you aren't going to give me any time it's okay.
But don't act like you do
just to meet your preconceived ideas about friendship.

You might give me a compliment from time
and support me in what I do.
But then completely disregarding your promises
isn't okay with me.

So I’m going to find someone who
can give me as much as I can give them.
And for shame, I’m not yours
and your not mine.