Pandora and the Incident of the Naked Gun Range

Ahem,
Couch reminitions
Loaded amunitons and
Green tinged sunrises
Clouds driven by Heracles
Charioteer of the human soul
And where is the fire?

Remind me to wake Promitheus
From his Vicadin stupor
It's getting a might chilly
On this floating continent.

Oops, I spilled some wine
All over your crotch
Looks like me or Aphrodite
Should slurp it up.
The judgement of drunkards
Don't miss the opening performance!

It's about time you woke up
With blood on your hands
Or, I guess, could be red wine.
Cardboard boxes contain hope
Until they are unceremoniously opened.

Fertility in Action

Oh, the burden of being a sexual creature of the opposite sex.
Mostly just HB pencils, the end with the eraser.
Read somewhere about a lady's first masurbatory encounter.
Eating peanuts at the circus, bag in her lap.
Digging deeper until she isn't hungry anymore.
Only trouble is salty hands, unless the peanuts were beer nuts.
We can only hope the elephant distracted her neighbours.
Peanuts don't sound very erotic, but I guess they can be.
Just like HB pencils in first grade and exploratory hands.

Stranger's Comments

I could make three kinds
of beautiful woman outta you.

First, the smile.

Then we deconstruct the lower eyelashes
Glue em on paper into stick lashes
She is an eye lash, stick babe.

Lastly, in your embrace.
This is all kinds of sensual
and makes my heart a pitter-patter.
Makes me aware of my groin, also.

Or, you know, I could just keep you
as three beautiful ladies rolled up
Like a sausage in a pancake smothered in maple syrup.
Breakfast delight.

Attempted Sonnet for the Halo-Bearer

How are we seperated from darkness?
It is a dart thrust towards the centre?
The line dividing my selves is a thread
of the lies and half, poorly woven, truths

To hide the darkness we find God inside
Ourselves and creatures of greater value
That we then liken to those of lesser
The great abyss that is man's arrogance

A jester may not find fault in his king
Such is the mirror to my reflection
Honestly is narrow and close to fear
Whomever is the fairness of them all

Does lack of light necessitate darkness?
As the fatal dart continues to spin

Dude, Being Alone...

So, I don't know shit.
I just want to smoke weed
and have sex.
Maybe read some cool books,
drink tea, smoke cigarettes.

Fuck this whole pretending thing.
Pleasing people machst mich Krank.

A Passing Thought of Insignificance

True Love is Culpability dipped in Loneliness

Mechanics and Motion

Inside your mind a slideshow of thought
and I lay right next to you
My hand across your chest

Sleeping and dreaming of frozen waterfalls
Lilies and apes without fur
Hand over hands and mouth over lips

Black and white and colour motion
Is my face the third person?
and into the waves the eagle tumbles

Leaping naked from the precipice
Eyes red and three in number
I catch the sleeve of the wind with one arm

Ride a little before the cold catches me
Imprisons me in selfish stillness
The motion of the third eye Saturn encircling the earth

The wheels that spin in counter clockwise motion
Glance at each other for fear
Of that great improbability of interlacing

Du(ck)plicity

The Mallard
Stands on orange feet and waits
Silence in the midday
Shallow waters
Father of all domestication

Are you Proud of where you came from?

Solitary brown female
Is pecked at and herded
Raped on a rocky slope
By every male in the paddling
Left to waddle away

Before the Lions

Stand inside the fire
Wait for the coming
of the Man named Inspiration
Beside is too hot and faithless
Inside it is warm and orange

Can you wait?

For the dove to return
There must be land
and soil
and roots
and branches

Twenty seconds plus or minus two
and the world is drowning