"erectly" poems
They were like two peas in a pod
Holding hands
Exchanging tongues
Being prissy and laughing at those
Who long before saw their act
Though those two queers, they don’t see at all
They are midgets, and little, and erectly small
With puffed up chests
Stroking hens of the Cornish variety
All of them dregs of a social society
Slum lords and criminal minds
Under the sheets where no one sees
Which one is giving the other the shaft
**** and span they use after, oh so daft
One erotically whispered to the other
A Pain in the ***
As they kissed over their biblical wine glass
Seeking solace in each others arms
Licking their wounds with grammars charm
Grown men, committing sin after sin
Then blaming others for saying
God wants you to begin
Acting like men
And not emancipated boys
Stop diddling and twiddling
Leave alone your petite toys
One day Jehovah will make clear
Belittle others is worse than Queer
Little queens swallowing their own vile
While Ladies and Gentleman laugh
At the ****** and the Clown
In their lingerie and gown
God decried, let those two drown
Even Lucifer laughed under his frown
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
you grin and i know not why
i trembled from inside
the scent of a filthy molded twilight
familiar as fermented grapes
still festering within
a knowing grin sore to my eyes
of this I internally despise
a form, a dialog, a ratchet blow
humane as a weathered withered rose
erectly clinging to vitality
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
They say the ice will hold
so there I go,
forced to believe them by my act of trusting people,
stepping out on it,
and naturally it gaps open
and I, forced to carry on coolly
by my act of being imperturbable,
slide erectly into the water wearing my captain's helmet,
waving to the shore with a sad smile,
"Goodbye my darlings, goodbye dear one,"
as the ice meets again over my head with a click.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Everything. Subjective. Perception.
Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
its throat is very
(the night)
whose fingers deeply grouse
in such blue as silken eve
the whole stack
of enduring
city
roar
and speckled
by the quiet of an alleyway
drenched in stillness whitely
stealing sudden magically
into a tightest yearning swallow
(feels as does and such as when
i think to think
i think as when
in Summer balmy please
skin to stick to skin
a flower just
its fullness to erode
the fever of its pollen
distilled erectly kissing
one unblemished lips
of night who when did
Grousing so bluely
its fingers )
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 5:53 AM UTC
speak me young
the *** your mouth
in clovers hot
transcending bond of mortal rot
('tsstupid your
the mouth
and swollowed
tighly
throat )
lift, cleaving
petals of neatest night
carry to heaven(oh and
YES
when your hands
quickly
wig my
burning ****** )the( i'm
fist the
kitty
yer
smell very erectly ) coffin
'o mundane plight
( i'll push between yer stocks
a
*****
like
they
'llpush
a
*****
'tween the dirt
where yer'll sleepin'
lay )
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
the body you are is beautiful so
(erectly
rushing)
and stings
'pon my lips a song
furred in girlness
it sings
so
and so
beautifully it
i
by it
burn
to leap freshly
mortal care
and my immortal soul:
bare
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
like a burqua, women
wrapped around his
demeanor, rebels. he
gave the middle finger
saying, grass is always
greener in the summer
time. the sun spurned
this long black Friday.
rabid speculation
death for bethel’s children.
hands, mouth, feet, iron-
fettered & bounded. parents
blamed it on one horrid
baby boy. he groomed,
bewitched, excelled, beguiled,
erectly sprouting forth.
mother took for granted
forever will i am: we
miss your energy running
the streets like ******
fool? false. for they said
you lost your mind,
possessed by beelzeboul.
a **** tortured soul.
he was not fake,
& never phoney,
“sham you!” they screamed:
later paying homage.
quiet remains, but
i confess YHWV
when beloved left
they penned his fairy tale
fits of covert passion
tempered as women, wait
outside the synagogue -
he debated with the
rabbi so every thing changed.
God’s voice betwixt his lips,
for ever sealed & raised
above the people.
wandered off sheep miss,
guided from the path when
fell the night suddenly
en-lightened by sudden
incantations evoked from
a man with lighted face
jude, twinned, grew in skills
& oratory spells mastered.
mother took for granted
forever will i am:
we miss your energy
running the streets like ******
fool? false. for they said
you lost your mind
possessed by Beelzeboul.
a **** tortured soul.
he was not fake,
& never phoney,
“sham you!” they screamed:
later paying homage.
quiet remains, but
i confess YHWV
when beloved left
they penned his fairy tale
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
(body)O(body)
in
whose white house
all churches are born,
you leap completely
freshness you
fly on such youth
(rendered instantly sublime
)in
the daftest cloak
of livedying.
you elate,
and you shuttle erectly
the motesome of boystuff,
to war inwardly; shouting:
.. . . . . . . . . . "o body please,
in whose white house all churches are born, body
o
and
please?"
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC