#reproduction
The leash as a box full of the wrong tools on purpose.
Elegiac prosaic synesthetic turbulence.
A hamburger that DIDN'T resemble Winston Churchill.
Mental imagery sacred or beloved
A rainbow. Painted waterfall. A watermelon. 13 lbs of Cheez **** squeezed from its cans.
We don't try and teach beauty.
The old country.
And the country's even older than that.
Beautiful monkeys. Sleek and grooming. Made of pure crack *******
Flamingos for the yard..
Hippopotamus toothbrush. Calling. Discarded calling cards. Losing lottery scratchers. Litter.
Waste deep
. Waiting.
Drifting deleterious and delicious.
Flocculent enamored nullibiety Deliquesces
Erroneous flamboyance to a Turnbuckle cadence.
There you were an ostrich with no eyelashes .
loved
love and loving,
Lunchbox desire .
No hunger.
Why look too hard or try to understand ? ; when the price tag isn't an explanation.
There's no such thing as nothing from nothing.
Redundancy,
rhythm or repetition ?
The question, the box, the lie. And the bigger box that it came in.
Mouths in entirety , down.
Exotic plastic
desperation...
pre-school connections given up,
Up.
Lottery dreams pre-lost, organically kind and loser efficient if you don't think about it.
Waste-deep the hippie , our shared sweet spot. Any lower and you all drown. Any higher and you must explain yourself.
“Deleterious and delicious” superimposed as intellectual. thesis . Poison frosting ****** Medicine wrapped sugar - death static. discarded Miles Davis accolades unwarranted ,
heaps of Warhols used appropriately as diarrhea toilet paper and nothing was lost.
or gained as they Jackson Pollacked our way back into inane superficial supposition ...
Spoon fed greatness inseparable from talentless wank ,
SOLD !
True talent feels Greek tragedy heroic in the most ineffable way
among
obstacles that just don't care.
Given Pro- wrestling bell rhythms for lobotomy lullabies. Thud, pause, blood, applause. loosed from their earthly bounds as ****** drenched folding chairs.
That eyelashless ostrich hurts more than it shows. Slick wet Naked-eye so black. Unnatural and vulnerable.
Inappropriate feminine attributions.
Love and loving stacked like mismatched discolored Tupperware
Soiled and abused
so many times enjoyed
.
Languid lunchbox libido
pre packaged useless desire .
Want without hunger. Fuel for lost consumers
bath- robed and slippers ; bleary eyed and dead inside...
It ends almost perfectly for a living wiggly waving inflatable air tube clown.
when something comes from nothing.
The mirror not hungry is not empty.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 1:40 AM UTC
"And it is I
Deciding where & when, if,
¹ You shall go."
"And it is I
Who rows from shore to shore
² Ferrying each passenger."
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
flying ants are 'the business' today
differing species
clumsy as ducks in landing
unclear of their randy goals
they bat about scorching streets
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 8:57 AM UTC
Reproduction is oocyting.
With beingness what it is.
From eggs we all develop
as does every animal that lives.
500 cardinal gambles tendered
for congress milt to meet, before
fecund moons by periods ended.
From family we are decended
but from eggs we all are rendered.
************ breaking it down **********
It’s about eggs. All amminals come from eggs, humans are animals
An oocyte is the original cell that divides to form an **** - I made it “oocyting” a play on exciting - reprodiction is exciting.
500 - a female baby is born with 500 eggs (all she will ever have)
cardinal = a number
gambles = a chance to reproduce.
tendered = given (in a womans life)
congress = ****** ***********
milt = *****
fecund = fertile.
moons (monthly)
period = when the current unfertalized egg is disposed of.
taa daaa!
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 11:38 AM UTC
~
*From the initial dawning
lithium sky met infernal waters
and it all went awry
the light of happiness
constituted halos
leaving intimate words
paperclipped, tongue-tied
and love bruises
upon inner thigh
the wellspring enveloped
char and holm
with faint kissed alkali
abating the stormy umbrage
as if a softly whispered lullaby
and suddenly along this watermark
only you, me
and the need to multiply*
~
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
Every man is an omnibus in which our heirs ride
Every now and then
One of them bursts a cherry
And reveals Jehovah's magnificence
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
...Yuletide pageants vis a vis merry go round revisited
healthy progeny regaled being alive
analogous to children ecstatic twenty-five
on December exhaling joie de vivre at dive
in into neat stack of wrapped gifts, when...
what! out of thin air more arrive.
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day house style
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
the veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmas tree)
starry-eyed imagination
as catalyst viz **** Sapiens
furrowed the stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)
inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodgepodge, mish-mashed, helter skelter
eclectic December twenty-fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manichaeism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths
a brewed nebulous concoction
within a mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, wetting
disparate constituent beliefs
contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying a high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding
tender PetSmart impact,
where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation,
flagellation appeasing **********
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated
viz Roman Sol Invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal Wiseman
punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
such heretics pitched headlong
into a fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via sprinkling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy-washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed groupthink
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if ***** did not recant
recalcitrant recommended recourse
faced torture amidst a throng of the madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and wherefores, which controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman
or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
If you were the only
Girl in the world
And I were the only boy.
It would be the end of
The human race.
Not another baby would
Ever grace this place.
The Garden of Eden
Would never had been
If I were the only boy.
Nothing much would matter
In the whole world today.
We would all know when
The race would waste away.
Oh, for sure, we'd have fun
And end of times rituals
Much of what we did would
End up being quite ******
Fun and games just because
There ends up being no point.
But still in the end you would
Possibly not feel much joy
If I were the only boy.
If I were the only boy
in the world
And you were the only girl.
Unless you've kept a secret
From the gays of the world
You will be crying as the only girl.
I could take you dancing
With the other boys.
You will surely not want
To play with their toys.
I won't mind helping you
Give your hair a good curl
But, that's all I'll have for
The world's only girl.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Someone told me talking to women was completely different from talking to men
Familial desire circumventing physical rationality
I don't ******* get it
Flesh is flesh
There is no separation between this body and the next
No delineation save for my own arbitrary ones
This world is chaos bound by imposition
And none of it is real
I'm not even going to say middle class conceptions of family are constructs
Everything is a construct
Knowledge is anthropic chaos
Don't pretend you can tell the difference between essential existence and our subjective reordering of boundless matter
A gap does not form between a molecule of air and a molecule of flesh
I am trapped in my own sensations but I am not defined by them
So back to the story of material existence reduced to reproductive imperative
Treating all of the other *** as a means to displace one's self beyond annihilation into temporal infinity
Who ******* cares?
Legacy does not carry on after death
Legacy does not even carry through life
Language breaks down the moment we open our mouths
No one will ever view your life the way you view it
Splashing through a pool, ripples morph all reflections into monstrous amalgamations
Hey, tell me
Do you even remember yourself that clearly?
Hollow triumph, grandfather's bones in a grandfather clock ticking past twelve
Sorry, I just don't see the allure of treating half the human race as a means to satiate your own lust whether physical or genealogical
Or even categorising humans into binary dualisms that bored philosophers a century ago
Haven't you heard? God is dead
And there is no meaning to your boring male existence
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
I'm not saying that I'm not capable of it.
I'm just saying;
I'm not meant for it.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC