Archive | July 2015

Pause Missiles

Come dance with me

on an egg shell stage

For our whirlwind tour
of superficiality

played out daily

to a sold out house
of virtual ghosts

Just shine those lights bright

and keep away the dim

Together we share
a mutual terror
when silence falls between us

Those awkward
hard to forestall
chatter lulls

that force us to face

our relationship fragility

stage lights


Fly In Web

Sweet viral girl
pops up on my screen
like a sweaty dream

She reeks of spam
and other devious worms

as she entices me
with an innocent invitation
to click her easy access link

My rational head properly warns
that if I take her bait
havoc will be my fate

Logic implores
this lonely boy
to practice safe text

but as always

desire rules the day

Of course
now I pay the price

with an infected device

and a broken heart

man on laptop

Mr Cruise Control

I’m not a big adventure guy anymore

Performed all that derring do before

Crash and burned so many times
pushing that envelope to the max
as I flew right off the tracks

These scars I carry today
an ugly testimony
that failure is part of life

Not that I let regrets
weigh me down
as long as I remain a member
of the above ground crowd

but somewhere along the way
maturity somehow found me

So I just wanna chill these days

recline in my rocking chair
and do the vegetate thing

Go ahead and label me a bore
cause I’m not a player anymore

at least I got memories to keep me warm

Now go forth and do the same

solitary spectator

A Leper’s Tale


this warning label
I am required to wear
by the powers that be
weighs heavy

All their top witch doctors agree

A more toxic individual
they have never seen

People therefore avoid me
like a plague infested rat

It use to really hurt
to be ostracized like that
by my judgmental society

but somebody

has to play the role

of designated village freak

Truth be told

I rather enjoy the privacy

that being an outcast affords me

napoleon dynamite

Canned Propaganda

Throughout history
the slick masters
of media manipulation
create demand
throughout the land
by planting the seeds
of popular opinion

The formula
of consolidating power
is elementary

spoon feed the masses
the glossy causes
they think they need

Spark them emotionally

and they will rally
around the banner fervently

Cause in the end

the sheep want to be led

without the burden
of thinking

goebbels propoganda

Head Ache

In an isolated
corner of Passion Street

my lips probe the source
of my raging desire

Hands sliding and caressing

seeking to find her button

waiting for that joyous moan

the arch of the back

slight buckling of the knees


that gives me the proceed sign

If I move too fast
and prematurely unleash
my raging beast

she will surely recoil
and cast me into
the blue ball pit

where all prior

failed Lotharios reside

Failed cast offs

classified as shallow guys

who only sought
to penetrate her
luscious thighs

Which of course
is an accurate assessment
of ALL members
of my perpetually in heat gender

So I had to spend hours
plying her with
inhibition reducing drinks

enduring her feminine
up and down
pop culture blabber

All to arrive at this
do or die moment

on the cusp of blissful lust

she directs this passion play

as she gives me a naughty smile

and fiddles with her bra snap

that cries out for release

So is it coming off

or staying on?

Are we done with
this fucking foreplay???

God I hope she’s not
another Satanic tease

sent down to torture
me and my in heat breed

and drive us all

to the hooker side of town


Cold Flame Down

The other day
an old man passed away

They say
he was a cold warrior
from yesterday

All his passions had been spent

screaming about the red threat

Fighting those godless commies
who sought world domination
were his obsession

When communism fell

he rejoiced as did we all

but with their extinction
his purpose died too

Never fully recovering
from the wall coming down

This fallen refugee
of history

we bury today

with all the other lost warriors

of yesterday


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