They Are Among Us

Itch to do her, like homework amid class

Best branch on bank, I’m an eager beaver

When she gets up, a chance to see her ass

Roll out of bed assuming I’ll see her

 

Combusting with confessions, lust stretches

We speak, I converse like I’m not perverse

Tonight I’ll conceive more, your nude sketches

A thought of her precipitates each jerk

 

Contemplate being the source of pleasure

Just by being and allowing seeing

Image of yours used to fend off stressors

That, you cannot fathom, yet engender

 

List all who you knew and orgasmed to

But never once fucked, they had not a clue

Politics in the Classroom

Politics mentioned – observe the tension

The worry is worn on faces unsure

Still as detention, vast apprehension

Who were you with? Were you with him or her?

 

Self-censorship peaking, voices suppressed

Opinions are strong – all flex them at home

Elephant in public, rude to address

Guess it’s less stressful to have views unknown

 

Instructor prodding, providing pupils

With a chance to share, unveil their viewpoints

Note how mum this talkative bunch becomes

Stung with a topic that renders them numb

 

After the pause, a hand rises slowly

Fiery gazes land on it coldly

Random Pt. 13

Nearing exhaustion, got one more in me

Slumped over a kitchen table scribbling

It’s something crude like Conker’s Bad Fur Day

Please do not act prude, like you’re not dirtaayy

I’m no one special, let’s do a fact check

I’m just a guy with Internet access

Plus penchant for spinning the prosaic

Revitalizing structures archaic

How boring is the perenial view?

Perespective anew, millennials too

Can wax poetic, the digital age

For some has replaced the pen on the page

Was hooked on Phonics, now hooked on sonnets

Write honest with a hint of Ebonics

 

Sleep Paralysis

Nodding off, semi-conscious while drifting

Into the distance, serenity waits

Eyelids have done their fair share of lifting

At last I am meeting my slumbering fate

 

“No, what is this? Mmmm – Am I audible?”

Mumble some more, try to signal distress

“Just get up!” but muscles are hard to move

My mind and my body wont coalesce

 

Laying inertly “is this how it feels

To be trapped in a vegetative state?

Can’t manage a gesture, muster a squeal?

Okay, one more time – think of using strength”

 

Yes, I’m moving! I shook myself awake

Yell as I rise and fall back into place

 

Aftermath

Against the people like OJ Simpson

Period blood the color of crimson

Do as I wish like dreaming lucidly

Ignoring dentists speaking toothlessly

Fled the prison of Catholicism

Coming back to tear apart the system

When in Rome, present Popes are the hunted

Choice: death or disavow all the dumb shit

Rising through the ranks with no one to thank

Never need to say “if I’m being frank”

Performance in accordance with greatness

Handing off a live grenade like “take this”

Airborne drone over civilian homes

Aimed at jou like Palestinian stones

This Is A Sonnet 

Napping for a century in a garden

Rich liberals lecturing the heartless

Notice that the POTUS is retarded

As clever as our border is guarded

Getting high and watching The Departed

Space-aged masters auctioning a Martian

Nowadays not a thing is alarming

Like the fact that I’m not really charming

Yesterday, I evolved into Darwin

Received a call from Stone Cold Steve Austin

Bought a cake just to eat all the frosting

Seem nice with a demeanor that’s caustic

Heard atheists debating agnostics

Woke up and I was fucking exhausted

 

Is This A Sonnet?

Lectures in economics by Onyx

Analyzing the worlds within comics

Highlighting writings of scribbling scribes

A pretty young lady hitching a ride

With 4 guys, at least one is sadistic

What will transpire? Something non-wicked?

Eating saltines because all else is gone

Getting a good whiff of your hot aunt’s thongs

Roaming the free world, intent on jailing

Other roamers, who get caught inhaling

Smoke from a plant, which undermines freedom

Anyway…my main weed plug just re-upped

Speed – when I’m on it just call me Sonic

Oh, and by the way; is this a sonnet?