PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I stepped on a wasp
my skin crawled and jarred
me from my sleep.
Cellos scream reflections of
the intangible;

and I've had 3 mouths of lips
on my flaccid cock since the whore
left it.

The mechanic
The half brain with a “brain tumor”
The biter...

Jobless, I wander without purpose,
excreting hot breath from my sphincter
into the basement's stale air.

Am I trying to be something that I am not?
Or am I simply becoming who I am to be?

...a good question.
I rub my eyelid at it.
Tomorrow, with lemon and beer in my mouth, I will
call from a stage my lucid stories
and no one will understand
Verbatim... Wretched man,
wanderer. I am the fire.

Passion strokes the artist that will operate
machinery, in order to fight the machine
in any way that I may;
and if it brings me

Happiness,
Sadness,
Pussy,
Insight,
Inspiration...
then so be it.