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

A Day Without…

A day without group Z

24 hours without group K

1,440 minutes without a lesbian

86, 400 seconds without a Guatemalan Mexican

 

Supreme material for the satirical

When you think it’s over – no; it starts again

My proposal to the next organizers:

7 minutes without oxygen

 

Hey! Hey, now my group! Do my group next!

Pick us, pick us

I swear, we’re so important

We want the whole world to know it

Presence by omission

Once or twice – I get it

Now nauseating head shaking

when I find about more spinoffs

 

I’m no one, but I think I speak for many

Many racists out there side with me

Went to a meeting with one once,

Walked in like: Be cool, he’s alright with me

 

But also on my side…plenty people who don’t care

about your hue, about distinctions

 

A day without group Z.2

24 hours without group K.2

1,440 minutes without an Englishman

86, 400 seconds without me?  Oh, that’s refreshing

 

Infrared Infrastructure

Pubic hairs lost in the wind

Naked men chasing women into caves

Dirty dancing on top of a bus, party

Part in the hair with a comb so classy

Flash a smile for forty-five minutes

Infrared Infrastructure

 

Hermit inhabits cell, solo

Seminal writings – prophetic, enabling

Receiving oral sex for one hour

Turn on the hose, gardening, hose hardening

Jumping from roof to roof

Falling and waking up, dreamed death

 

Riding a seal into battle with dolphins

As the sun sets, silhouettes – shields, swords

Engaging combatants

Hopeless romantic willing to snatch Defiance

 

Flying with a Mayan

Hover over temples of gods, shitty

Engulfed by volcanic activity

Like a rectum reamed with a red pepper

Fired up to do violence, just destruction

Home invasion

Sparked by scent of windowsill’s fresh muffins

 

Infrared Infrastructure

Masturbating manually

A little pussy like Sean Hannity

Tempts one to live longer, linger

Fisting an orifice with ten fingers

And ten toes

Masturbating manually

 

Harping on history, personal

Pardon prosaic brooding

Mind disqualified from achieving

Status normal, bleed blood bleeding

Masturbating to see milk

Dripping from the Walls of Silk

In mind’s eye, loser’s illusion

 

INFRARED

Off –putting, obnoxious

Obtusely noxious

Insensitive recalcitrant

Buried with erection poking

Out of the dirt, stroking

INFRASTRUCTURE

The Dullness of Days

Mundane Monday. Clock ticks lethargically.

Look outside and see a snapshot of laboring.

Anguished face angled back. Sobbing silently.

A bathroom light illuminates a spirit caged.

Stepping back into the world wholly collected.

Toiling away in a cycle unbeatable, unstoppable.

Wearing self-destruction.

Timer reads: ??/??/????

Random Pt. 15

I am frank, no relation to Ann Frank

Flash a smile so sly it bleeds deception

King of Hills like Bobby, Peggy, AND Hank

Strutting around with a caged erection
Groaning loudly at shameless race baiting

Laughing out loud at feigned sincerity

After school there’s only awkward dating

Pretext gone, now awaiting rarities
Adopting solitude, loathing weekends

Fixate on something or face a crisis

Could be dire to disrobe from pretense

Asking in circles: is this what life is?

Note the irony of being alone
We’re all with you 🙂
Everyone is alone!

Feeling Retarded

Feeling retarded after what you said

Tirelessly imagine perspectives

How did so and so interpret my gaffe?

Maybe it was viewed as a joke – for laughs…

 

Well, I’m in a regular class so then…

How could I be retarded? They know that!

Am I blowing this out of proportion?

Twisted minds can do mental contortions

 

But anyway, why did I say that dumb shit?

No more lapses; rehearse before speaking

But I’m still brooding over this blunder

I must address it, to wane my wonder

 

“Hey, oh…that dumb thing I said yesterday…”

“What dumb thing?”

“I’m not retarded, okay?!”

The Right Words

How many different ways can a scene be painted

How many different descriptions can exist

To describe a state of consciousness

Love, everyone loves to interpret

Seldom with the perfect twist

But is it not bliss? Is the head on the nail not hit?

When a unique combination of words just captures it

These words – strung in the precise way that they are

Even a materialist would say: they came from the heart

 

Accompanied By Misery

Burying Plato in his allegorical cave

The avenues that I pave lead to moral decay

Scorch the Earth with chaotic revulsion

Knowing full well, we all face expulsion

Insensitivity, relentless activity

Consider insults toward me with objectivity

Relinquished all pretense, immune to shame

The rage of the masses is soon to reign

A dirty creature named Human, all else is frivolous

Laughing at and mocking anyone who still gives a shit

So many feel like me, and we’re beginning to band

If you have lived a good life, you may not understand

May not understand, harsh modes of subsistence

Life wants us dead, but we keep on persisting

 

 

 

Random Pt. 7

Merely disguised as one who is despised

Telling myself lifesaving lies

Entering a portal

Available only to…..

The abnormal —

Wandering around on land riddled

With landmines and bland skittles

Banging on a coffin from the inside

Trying to signal that you haven’t died

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Thoughts

Preparing to make a positive remark

Embarking on a change in disposition

Waves hit the ship with the impact of 606 charging bison

Seems to always occur before the transition to optimistic

Tsk tsk…

Woe is me, my name is Woe

Woe was my Mother, when Woe was born