PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Without apologizing i'd like to make it known that i'm (not) wise to the scruples and scrambles of this quasi-dialogue in which you're able to cut through the sallow wordskin that hopelessly stretches itself over the simpleness of my bare soul with the efficiency of a fired up steak knife through partially melted margarine.

     And i'll fire you up (baybe)

   but if you really want to see

    i'm still the same limp dick guacamole in the dish crying, "Wait, wait, wait!  You can't be done with me yet.  I've got tastes i want to taste and gots i want to get.  Like a sweat bath morning make your short shorts wet.  Come on!"



And at about this time i'd like to bake up a Henley stylie refutation with a greased margarine pan so it come out nice and easy in your hands except i can't because you're right (and you've never been wrong).



     And i'm shouting in the dark (baybe)

   at distant flashbulbs blowing their powderloads at more spectacular sights

        crying, "Hey, hey, hey!  I'm still alive over here.  I've got drug-induced brilliance but i'm lacking a mirror.  So baby, baby, (baybe!) why don't you swing your hips by?  I'm going fucking nowhere but i can dig on the sky (like no other guy).  So come on!"



And of course

       that isn't very inviting at all.