We make that face, we twitch our legs, but is sex an honest expression? Some say it’s the nature’s way, Someone had to teach the kids the lesson, but is sexual intercourse an honest expression? They pick the brightest, or the shyest. They say, “Hush, hush, don’t fear my penis.” At the end of the day, they turn away & say, “Next!” So, is sex really an honest expression? I have to say, I’m somewhat jealous. “What do you mean”, you ask, “Jealous of the raped?” Well, yeh, look at where they are now, also rich & famous, live in the palaces. Maybe that’s how society function? No? It’s not the way to treat kids? Why don’t we ask the honest gents?
Category: Wtf
So what.
The brain of a melon, ass of a truck, so what so what there's no magic carpet ride. So what so what so what. I forgot the words while brushing my teeth so what so what so what. It's all a dream, no fairness, just sirens, so what so what so what. When the light is dimming, the beer is spilling, mama's crying, baby's begging, so what so what so what. Scan the room for things to take throw away in the next garbage bin. So what so what so what. Can't get outta bed till coffee's in mind so what so what so what. The words & rhythms all in my head they rebel cause I lazy get them wrong so what so what so what. There's a virgin land with virgin lads to fuck & to have, God must've said: so what so what so what.
Afterdeath.
Woke up this morning with no pain. A stranger stares back in reflection. Something in my head says, "You can have it." I think I know what that means. Feeling grounded for once, Looking at my body, "hmm, not bad." Maybe, there's life after death.
Maybe I will take my time, or just switch black with white. A seed with the magic trick, with time, and you can have it.
Death.
It's like a dark net so sharp you're seeing it not with your eyes. No longer feel a beat only the presence you no longer fear.
Unborn.
There's a place called the Mother's Womb. It nurtures a seed till it's swept away. Don't look twice inside this digged grave, so much echos of the cosmos' rage. A fruit rotting in the all-giving tree landed in dirt and made it a gift. Don't be fooled or you'll lose the vein. There's no tale about the unborn babe.
When I Zoom.
Domesticated Cock.
Domesticated cock that is a warm penis. Old faithful that erupts like a pocket clock. Swing around with pee. It's harmless, just stinky. In the open air free as can be, cradled with cotton & fleece. Occasionally it would sing in glee, getting wet in a cave so sweet. "Hello, I have information that you will want indeed. If you miss this opportunity, you will die horribly!" "Oh, warm penis, won't you be kind & leave me alone, stop wrecking havoc?" The domesticated cock is not pleased. It bobs its head like a penis not wanted.
When I’m Me.
I enjoy the smell of my groin & my feet as I savor the morning breeze. Pet chickens stare at me with dinosaur eyes lead me back on earth. Birds rejoice & sing, timelessly. My universe is filled. Books spill stories of spirits. I marvel at boxes so neat.
Sleep.
