you hold the power
to shape and create
whole entire worlds
great psychic landscapes
through your meditation
curious atrophied avatar
yet you shudder at
bumblebee poison daggers
protruding out from
their fuzzy kiwi posteriors
hurumph! nature is nasty
holograph eyes of quietly
black cat cuddles shadow
in the corner of the room
blasphemy laughs at me,
my tacklebox masterpiece!
a horrorshow is happening
bumble and stutter and
your stomach flutters as
in the meantime
butterflies are dying
purple piss or blood
among the fallen gondola
frothing and coughing
yellow phlegm of rotten poppies,
your breath boils like a cauldron
upon the thought alone of such love
after all, you quoted poets darkly
summer fun succumbed to dry dust
deathtouch in the meadows
the sythe now strikes me down
the feeble foundling fond of
nothing but sucking lactate cream
twisting the whore nipple nestling
in her warm crotch, slurping up her
surging nipples in squirting spurts
slurp her slow though as she squirts
and then, it hits you
it hits you all at once...
What?