Poetry, prose and thoughts on sex and sexuality. And other stuff…..
I laid in bed
with nothing to do.
I watched bad movies
with unfulfilling plots.
I read old books,
(I’ve read them before,
nothing new or useful….)
I failed the flu test,
so I can’t go back to work
my unfulfilling job,
So I can continue to rent out
My roach motel.
It’s a wonderful life….
I walked by
a guy, long
weathered
beard,
setting in
A retailers
door way….
Is this his purpose?
There are suits everywhere,
but half of them
have tears….
Are they just cogs,
Or is this their purpose?
Some say the gods assigns
purpose,
but….
Couldn’t we do this
Ourselves?
Couldn’t we be Gods?
I don’t know
‘Why’ I so long to
leave the world.
I mean, I’ve already
declared that I
was an alien,
and that I don’t
know you guys.
It kinda
got bad
when I
disappear,
And my
problems
were
Still
too.
Your boot on your,
enemy’s neck,
feeling it’s
life breath
leave….
The dying
face suddenly
Changes….
to someone weak,
or
You trruly loved.
Does your boot
waver or
slacken?
Or keep
the pressure on
Until dead?
It saddens me,
my dreads
are an urban skyline,
made from
many strands.
But they
had seen better days:
No one seems to live there.
I’m leaving now.
I’ve watched your species for too long
and now I have Eugene’s Scurvy.
Never learned medicine.
And you’re too….
Nothing here will cure me,
So I’m going home.
I’m a….
{~ sigh -}
My name is Marvin.
I’m a road construction worker.
I built the gateway to here
and never went back.
I’ve been here so long,
the road corroded.
I have no choice but
to build a new one.
I’m sorry,
but my
sex craved species
are gonna
love you….
Signed,
Marvin.
Your brains are
scattered on my
examing table….
How did you lose?
I mean,
you watched the stars,
And saw no one there:
No ships of trade,
No interstellar civilizations.
And silly shit,
You know why no one answered your
calls,
beeeee
….cause
I killed them all.
Dancing to bitter sweet music,
we sway eroticly.
A young blackman gets shot down
for being black by the cops, while
the homeless may die from
being homeless.
Ain’t white life precious?
Naw, death will come to them too….
When the dance is over,
I will tip my black pork pie,
With a knowing smile….
They live in their
Clouds, having
abandoned their
ivory towers.
The noise is gone,
the
lights are not
seen anymore.
Sand is everywhere.
Trully incompetent I am,
No one of renown.
Writing is a
window into my
mind,
All the rest
I trully don’t give a fuck,
because reality sucks.
I only cry when I
see a groan blackman held
down until dead
because he couldn’t breathe,
OR
Asian women gone missing,
OR the hypocrisy of denying
women freedom?
My incompetence fills galaxies!
“….and desert grew
and grew….
….and real water was scarce….”
Life Raft In The Abyss 