POEMS. I THINK?

the following are a group of rediculous poetry canniblized from every napkin i found in an old shoe box. they are the drunken mumbleings of me at an earlier time.

“SPIRITUALITY” aug.96
I AM A KIND MAN & I AM TRUE
& I SAY, “I AM GOD.”
“BUT GOD’S DO NOT LIVE AS MORTAL MEN HERE ON EARTH!”
YOU PROCLAIM
THAT MAY BE TRUE IN YOUR RELIGION
& I MAY BURN IN HELL FOR SAYING IT
BUT YOUR HELL MAY BE MY HEAVEN
& WHEN I LOOK THROUGH MY ROSE COLORED GLASSES
IT’S YOU I WATCH BURN

“WHO’S SOUL” aug.96
WHO’S SOUL AM I SELLING?
MINE? YOUR’S? THEIR’S?
DOES IT MATTER?
DO YOU PREFER BLINDNESS TO DEAFNESS?
TOO MUCH PLEASURE OR TOO MUCH PAIN?
OR IS TOO MUCH PLEASURE, PAIN?
DO YOU QUESTION THE RIGHT? THE LEFT?
OR ANYONE WITH POWER?
WHAT, NOTHING TO SAY?
CAT GOT YOUR TOUNGE, OR JUST AFRAID?
AREN’T WE ALL?
DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN ANYTHING AT ALL?
ENOUGH TO DIE FOR? KILL FOR?
IF SUCH A NOBLE CAUSE ACTUALLY EXISTS, DO YOU LEAD IT?
OR JUST FOLLOW ALONG IN THE RANKS?
LIFE GOES ON, WILL YOU?

“ICE” oct.96
ICE CUBES CHINK & CRACK IN A GLASS
HELD BY THE HAND OF A THOUGHTFUL MAN
THOUGHTS SO DEEP
THEY HAVE NO BOTTOM
THROW A ROCK DOWN THAT HOLE & NO SOUND EVER COMES BACK
THE TICKING OF MOMENTS OF YEARS
PASS LIKE PLACES ON THE HIGHWAY
& THE THOUGHTS MELT LIKE ICE INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS

“ICE CUBE” oct.96
IT’S LIKE AN ICE CUBE
UNEXPECTED
DOWN YOUR BACK
& THE COLDNESS REMINDES YOU OF A GLANCE
TURNING AROUND A CORNER IN YOUR HOMETOWN
A STRANGER RECOGNIZING YOU AS A LONG AGO FRIEND
SOMETHING SPECIAL, SOMETHING BITTER & NOT FORGIVING
THOUGH YOU TRIED TO MAKE BETTER
SOMETIMES… SOMETHINGS ARE LEFT BEHIND
FOR A GLANCE IS MORE APPEALING THAN AN INSINCER LOOK
& WATER COLLECTS IN YOUR UNDERWEAR

“THE DYKE” oct.96
LICK…..LICK…..LICK
LICK…..SUCK…..SUCK…..FINGER FUCK
LICK…..LICK…..LICK.

“COCKSUCKER” oct.96
SO, ARE YOU AS GOOD AS YOUR LIPPS PROMISE?
SUCK IT.
SHOW ME YOUR TOUNGE ON MY COCK
BASTARD?
BASTARD YOU SAY
YEAH! MAYBE I AM AS YOU SAY, “A BASTARD”
A FUCKING BASTARD!
JUST SWALLOW.

“NASTY” nov.96
SO THER I WAS FUCKING HER IN THE ASS. HOT. DRY FUCKING.
THE BURNING. THE TEARING.
I MEAN IT REALLY RIPPED UP MY COCK. AND I THOUGHT “GOD AM I EVIL” BUT WHY? SHE WAS GETTING OFF BIG TIME. “NO. I CAN’T. THIS IS WRONG” BUT I DID ANYWAY AND SHOT MY HOT LOAD UP HER ASS.
I PULLED OUT AND LOOKED DOWN TO SEE A SMALL DRIBBLE SLIDE DOWN TOWARD HER PUSSY. SHE REACHED BACK AND GRABBED MY HAIR FORCING MY FACE INTO HER CRACK. “LICK IT. MOTHERFUCKER” SHE COMANDED. SO I DROVE MY TOUNGE DEEP INTO HER CUNT. “MY ASS! LICK MY ASSHOLE CLEAN. EAT YOUR OWN FUCKING CUM OUT OF MY ASS” SO I DID AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
THE HUMILIATION. THE TASTE. THE BADNESS.
WHEN I WAS DONE AN HOUR LATER SHE SAID, “NOW IT’S MY TURN.” PUT ON A STRAP-ON MADE ME STICK MY ASS IN THE AIR AND WORKED HER HARD BLACK RUBBER TEN INCH DILDO UP MY ASS. IT RIPPED MY ASS LIKE I RIPPED MY COCK. IT BURNED BUT I COULD NOT GO BACK I WAS HER TOY FOR THE NIGHT. SHE POUNDED MY ASS SPANKED MY CHEEKS AND SOMETIMES DROVE HER NAILS INTO MY BALLS AS SHE GRABBED AND PULLED THEM. SHE PULLED OUT HARD WITH A POPING SOUND AND DROVE BACK IN JUST AS FAST AND HARD AS EVER BEFORE DRIVING MY FACE INTO THE PILLOWS ON THE HEAD BOARD AND NEVER SLOWING THE PACE. THEN WE CHANGED POSITION AND I GET ON TOP STADDLING HER THICK RUBBER COCK LIKE A LITTLE BITCH. SHE SLIPPED ALL TEN INCHES UP MY ASS WITHOUT EFFORT LIKE IT WAS ALWAYS MENT TO BE THERE. SHE QUICKLY STARTED TO POUND MY ASS AS SHE JERKED MY COCK WITH ONE HAND AND PINCHED MY NIPPLES WITH THE OTHER. I QUICKLY BLEW MY LOAD ON HER FACE. WHICH SHE MADE ME LICK OFF.
“YOU’RE A SIC FUCK” SHE SAID. “LET’S DO IT AGAIN?”, I BEGGED.

“IN MY WORLD” dec.96
… THE JUST TOUNGE IS SURROUNDED BY CORUPT TEETH
IT MAKES IT DIFFICULT TO SEDUCE THE VIVATIOUS LIPPS
WITH SUCH CALCIOUS CRIMINALS ABOUT
BUT THE GAME IS FUN
SNEAK A LICK BEFORE THE ENAMIL FUCKERS BITE DOWN
AND IF YOUR GOOD YOU CAN HYPNOTIZE THEM
THE PLEASURE JOLT OF A WET ELECTRICAL TICKLE

… IN THE GOLDEN LION SPARKLE’S THE SILVER TOUNGE OF FAITH
BOWING FOR NONE YET GENTLE IN LOVE
THE HAIR STANDS AS THE SILENT ROAR ECHO’S THE CAVERN OF INNER PEACE
SHE IS ON THE PROWL
IN HUNT FOR FLESH NOT SCATHED
APON FIRST BITE THE BLOOD SLOWLY ROLES
& FILLS THE MOUTH WITH SALT
& THE SWEET COELESENCE OF LIFE

… THE BRAIN CONDOM IS THERE TO PROTECT YOU
FROM WHEN ISOLATION COLLIDES WITH HORMONES

… THE FUNCTION OF THE ARTIST
IS TO PROVIDE WHAT LIFE DOES NOT (tr)

… THE MISSION OF THE ARTIST
IN AN OVER-TECHNOLOGIZED, OVER-MASCULINIZED SOCIETY
IS TO CALL THE OLD MAGIC BACK TO LIFE (tr)

… A BLONDE ASKED ME ONCE,
“WHY WON’T YOU DANCE WITH ME, BOB?”
IS IT BECAUSE WE’RE BLONDE?

… I HAVE A WELL HUNG TOUNGE