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Apr 2019
third eye blind... you know the term,
right?
****, you don't...
because i just invented it...

   what am i thinking of?
food...
          should, or shouldn't i,
poach an egg, nearing 3am...
maybe i should...

third eye blind,
which is sort of a reference to
eyes wide shut...
which is a subsequent
reference to
the madonna-*****
complex of immediate *******
and the predating limp biscuit...

i'm starting to suspect,
that all these pornographic actors,
really go into gears,
when they expect
the: third eye blind...
             i.e.?
       a ******...

              it's almost like they need
a 3rd party enterprise
of engaging in the act...
there's absolutely no interaction
between 1st party or second
party sources...

           like... there's a 5th ****
in paradise...
and he dubs himself: charlie
chuckles...
                 you watch enough
of these videos...
you begin to build up
a defecit for the act,
and more...
a thickened membrane
                                akin to a monk...
         because there are consequences:
and they in the waiting line,
become,
    measured.
  
but you ever wonder about
the "complexity"
of third eye blind?
                no?
the madonna-***** complex
was so late 19th century,
and so missed by 20th century
pop culture of "liberation"...

i'm looking at third eye blind...
it would appear...
that some women,
require...
   a hidden audience...
to engage in the act...
          why wouldn't they,
they're not looking
at the 1st person actor,
they are looking at the 2nd person
prop actor, the pornographer...
technology requires
translation...
          what are they looking at?
******* one thing,
equivalent to staging
an ****?

             come again...
i'm a bit deaf to once side...
eh... whatever...
eyes wide shut is just as well
as third eye blind...

                god, please send me a tsunami,
god please send me a storm,
a hurricane,
               a lightning bolt...
anything, anything,
to replace this canvas of nature...
me, myself, in a foetal conundrum
awaiting abortion...
      anything but this *******...
this ratio of 3 to 1...
                       how about
i drink myself to death?
how's that?
                                                     gladly...
                   which part of me
is going to escape "taking it"?
                 i too have a ******
preference...
                      less black gold from
the camel jockey / sand *******...
            and more...
well...
                 thank you for disavowing
me to make reproductive investments!
i gladly thank you:
for being served this fate.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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