"anuses" poems
I do not mourn long Mondays--
Wednesday is gone before I
blink back an astonished Tuesday, and
at twenty-four already
I see my mothers hands sliding
across the page
That same scrawl following tip
of the exigent pen
Nervous mind idly stroking
bitter torments
That which is aggravated swells
inflamed. Like a
canker sore deep in
the inner cheek
The tongue rolling and probing,
absorbed by each sour pain
Carefully plotting little volcanoes across
the slick terrain
They burst like purple pomegranates
pounding spattered cement
on mild fall evenings
So do people sometimes
Through tectonics of the brain
Those which could be minor psychological
blemishes roar to life. Shifting
vast emotional plates
behind a cool gaze
People hurl carelessness at on another
like schoolyard boys
chucking helpless frogs at
jagged stone walls
Ignorant of life's high price
And though horrified-- I
Can not look away.
Eyes bulging, blown out anuses spewing
pale intestines slick with blood-- I
can not look away.
Each giddy chimp, feces
Proudly flung-- I
do not look away.
My heart swollen hungering for
that emptiness called humanity
Mostly pretense, mostly solitude, mostly cruelty,
All personal gain!
Meanwhile, brothers and sisters,
have you considered the fate
of your everlasting soul?
I didn't think so
Glassy eyes stare
beseeching from bathroom mirrors
Tear-stained cheeks belie
a quizzical half-smile
I will meet that insecure gaze
promising to seek my own perfect
imperfection
No longer guilt ridden and ashamed
I will hold the reflected stare aloft
with my own true eyes
and I swear-- I
will not look away
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
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Freedom of the Chin-T and the Sister of Sailors,
If you are available but they are not controlled
by live affinity, live with dignity. Give me a börooch.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
Sitting on a couch in lotus position with nothing better to do
Than count the seconds until my legs go numb.
Wondering if fleas crawl into the anuses of humans like they do animals.
This thought disturbs me.
Lingering on my consciousness
That the thought even crosses my mind.
Like mothers putting their babies in the microwave.
Like starving an animal to see how feral they become.
Like voting in an election with really only one candidate.
The wicked deeds that exist in the back of our minds.
My legs are numb.
Maybe it’s time to cut them off.
I want a better looking pair anyway.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
"" ""
+
the long day comes
//....//
from out the poisoned ***** dreams
And dick-headed power games
a mind or two tries emerging
But
Nobody remembers how
To use that thing
•
a mind or 2 emerges but it is too late
//
The long long day
( the day of death )
// //
we watch our ***** and *******
Play like dogs in the park
Sniffing each other 's anuses
And writing our love poems
so sensitively
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The long death is here
:::
Come on -- **** -- I say
It's time to go home
//
Thru the ****** ***** dreams
We stagger
Hoping that somewhere
There still
Might
Be a Man
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC