I put on a collar one time. Wanted to get that feel.But then I’m nota real dog. I hate to beg,I prefer steak,not doggy food. And I want to havenon doggy feelingslike Eros andwhy magichappens. Naw,I’ve seen how Masterstreat their doggies. From having to poop inpublic to being chained,beaten justbecause youhump? And some Mastersare unbelievablycruel,Continue reading “Naw, I don’t want to be a dog….a poem”
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I never knew….a poem
Detroit, where everyone was econocally free and the towers stood proud and free, Where people could work for themselves to express their passions,and such worries a silly sitcom. Racism didn’t exist and healthcare was free. HIV wasn’t heard of because it was cured inthe 70’s likePolio in the 50’s. I visited the moontwice: on businessContinue reading “I never knew….a poem”
Enemy?
At the age 12,I ws told by mybest friendthat I was theantichrist. This frightened me,!nd made me laugh. Frightened,that I was evil,and would go hell. But I laughed, I did several things. Me the antichrist? Shoot! I couldn’t evendefend myselfagainst the neighborhoodbullies the Heislers,who made me run. And my souland spirit my own…. ….free….
Man In the Gutter
There’s a man name Civility, slowly being covered in snow. Slowly, the snow melts on tattered, stained, woolens in dark colors, holes in his shoes. Walkers pass him by, some glance at him, while others see a lump of cloths. Civility struggles to sit up, and bids them a hello, a good morning, a goodContinue reading “Man In the Gutter”
Hollowed
In a room full of people yet you are alone. Can’t count your sex partners, though you’re alone. You share your city with hundreds of thousands, but share not your spirituality. How did I come into this world this way, this deserted island of existence? From: The Stone & Temple.
Liferaft in the Abyss 