I can't wait for the Apocalypse.
It will be anarchy,
about staying on top,
a helluva lot of fun
for guys like us.

Ours is bigger than theirs.
We've got killer skill-sets.
I bet we win.

In an age of plastic-alternatives,
brain implants & piercings,
augmentation & body building,
we can alter our states of being.

Little pills can fix headaches,
stop viral infections,
make our wood get harder,
even clean up bouts of acne.

We can paint our faces,
decorate our eyes,
replace body parts,
exchange them too.

But if we knew the cure,
could figure out the genetic code,
had the solution for stupidity,
we could change the universe.

She came over a bit late,
long after the sun went down.
There was something odd
about her squinty-eyes.
Her pupils were dilated
against her blue,
she looked possessed,
like the undead.
I was very spooked,
majorly concerned,
if she only knew,
what was I to do!

It was a huge relief
when I learned
it was only the ***,
‘cause I wasn’t sure  
how I’d handle getting
my neck ****** by
a foxy lady-vampire.
But my ****** sweetheart,
I won’t fight her,
she can bite me all night long,
all is well, ain’t nothing wrong!

Blowing like wind,
a lonely sojourner
travels westward
toward the sinking sun.
I witness brilliant azure skies
splinter from red-orange
to the darkest pitch.

No accolades will greet me
where I am now going,
only beginnings,
a chance to create new stars
in a tempest.

And when you look up
at the sacred twinkling-lights,
feel the cool-breeze on your face,
it will be me.

She is a beautiful lady,
inside & out.
Photographic
split images of her beauty
play inside my wanton-mind.
My imagination is on constant rewind,
runs wild thinking,
dreaming of all the ways
I could please her her in that picture,
the split image of her,
her beautiful self
exposed.

Apprehension & high-anxiety lies with me
in my own quiet corner of the world,
searching, forever searching
for that spark of electricity
sent on fiber optic cable,
draining, draining
me of myself,
me & I always
loving you.

Autumn splashed her vibrant-colors,
hung flittering splashing sun
in the trees above us.
A gentle breeze wound it's way
up through the trunks from the creek,
swallows chirped melodic.

I held you ever so close,
my fingers strummed your fiery-curls,
I felt your heart in my own throat,
emerald-eyes burn brightly,
you were hypnotic.

I was just about to kiss you,
told you I couldn't promise you forever.
A lone tear rolled down your cheek
as you bit your parted-lip
looking down
at the brown crinkled leaves,
resting silently
at our romantic-feet.

I swear my heart stopped.