Pinkeye, a poem.

How do you fuck
with this Pinkeye?

It’s an STD,
You can see
from miles away….

and when they see,
they run for hills,
throwing crucifixes
with
their fingers,
the fear on their
faces.

Booty calls:

“I wanna toss ya’….”

I got pinkeye.

“Oh, never mind….~click~”

And suddenly
you are the decease,
Bacteria,
A kiss in
eye.

What of my bros the Mayan and the Aztec?

Where are you
guys?

I’ve been to bathhouse
and not
a bronze dick
anywhere!

There were the lesbians enjoying themselves,
they glow.

But no Aztec gods in sight!

Oh sure,
I’ve tasted some flavors,
known of true sacredness.

I see you
sometimes Mayan,
In the curves of

Forgotten
Ulter of Sacrificial
Lusts.

But then that’s
just flesh,
where is your
light
I don’t see
You in
my dreams.

No orgies here either.

04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM

Another dark tea time of the soul….

I have been sick for 36 hours with diarrhea, unable to eat, and the only thing I’ve been able to sit on is a porcelain throne.

But that’s not the bad part.

The worse of it is that being idle allows mind to do painful, thoughtful examinations of myself, going through an autopsy while the stiff on the table is you….

I’ve this so many times, and the autopsy reports are never the same.

Well, there are a few consistently true things:

That I’m a Voyager probe with the Sol system behind them, where humanity being human, we may never see with our own naked eyes.

Gnosticism is indeed a painful lonely path that only lunatics gladly tread.

And that I’m apparantly alive.

But if I were raised Christian, I hope I would choose the lunatics path, because that’s where the real answers are.

Heaven and hell does not ‘fit’, so I will not wear it.

I’m left with my curiosity to keep me true, and what my father said that dwells within me ‘inner steel’.

Well, at least it’s an interesting life….?

In truth…., a poem.

In truth….

Good and evil do not exist.

There is no life on Earth.
There is no Earth.

There are no child soldiers,
and Asian folk can walk
the streets in peace.

The oceans circulate
plastics like
cancerous cells
In a body
that does not
exist,

Astronomers light
years away wonders,
‘who turned out the lights?’

In truth, a poem.

The lines….a poem

Waiting in line,

to be attacked by dogs,
there barks and bites.

The pain goes away
and scares heal.

The sun is hot,
always getting hotter,
people are arrested
attempting to give us
water.

We brought canteens.

The lines stretched down
city blocks until
next Tuesday,

Originating from
chapped blood hands

Pickin’ fields of
fluffy white cotton….

I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.

I lived down stream
the king’s
damn,
and dreamed
that
it broke,
watching it
murder my
village.

It hurt,
that I didn’t
die with them.

Concerned,
I told my
wife laying
next to me.

“Blasphemy!
I will never
lay with you
again!”

And with that,
turned me over
to the night watch,

who beaten me
and gave me
to my cell
mates.

Brought before
the King told
my dream.

He banished me
from the realm.

Micheim, of
the House of Woo.

Little Penises

“Violence is the last resort of the incompetent.” ~ Isaac Asimov

A little man,

kills Asians because of jealousy of
there culture and race
….and that other little men
told him it was OK to do so.

Little people lie to themselves,
distort history and kidnapped
children at Southern at a border,
showing their manhood.

For them it’s OK to hate,
because the Bible told them so,
because they don’t look like them,
even if they prayed from the same
Bible.

Its a wonder how the world has become
this way.

All I have to say is, “NO MORE!!!”

When will the world say, “NO MORE!!!”?

03.16.2021

By my logic,

(at least the parts that are obviously not flawed), that the only way I keep falling into the same damn hole

Is that I have been walking in circles.

Or worse,
That I never left the hole in the
first place,
my mind delusional

and

libido compromised,
seduced….

….then I stubbed my toe,
the pain terrible,
laced with

my curses….

….but I’m Awake.