Poet Introduction The experiments continue; elements combine and react; new substances form; old ideas disintegrate; lenses filter, focus and reflect; the scientist and the lab rat Ė indistinguishable.
The sequence of events went something like this Ö I was on a high after our day at the museum Ö And the kisses and hugs were so nice Ö and then Ö nothing! Then when I see her next, I say something like ďyou could have texted me to let me know you were okĒ. So she says ďyou never texted meĒ Ö And I say ďI didnít want to bother you Ö And I was sore that you didnít ask me to go away with youĒ Ö ďYou knew that was my timeĒ she says Ö ďYesĒ I say Ö ďAnd then after not hearing from you, I imagined you getting together with the waiters & bar staff & who...
Just let me love you fuck you! With an ironic dick & girly hands I will have that reclusive tongue And suck your piano fingers Press those soft pink buttons Iíll lick you clean And ignite your purr You messed up feline You cute hot tease You invisible muse Open close Tempt me in Avoid my lasers And ban my ass Weed me, wet me Watch me grow
You know what I hate? I really hate it when Women wear low cut tops And high cut skirts and Get annoyed when Guys look at their Tits and legs Thereís more to me Than my breast implants Thereís a thinking feeling person Underneath these fishnets Buy me a drink and Iíll explain why Youíre not getting any tonight That tattoo on my back Is not to entertain you It does not mean Iím a slut Its art Its fashion
Spoon me tune me Play me lay me Dutch me touch me Score me snore me Lick me dick me Cuddle me muddle me Impress me caress me Stress me mess me Confess me bless me Rock me knock me Jock me sock me Love me dove me Obsess me undress me Drill me fill me Suck me fuck me Spend me lend me Believe me deceive me Weave me leave me
Oh, inhale, hold it Your smell & taste Iíve got lucky fingers And a well travelled tongue Your catís out roaming Curious, wet & hungry Iím a scary beast Prowling manic menace Down dirty dark alleys Bat wing trench coat Iron bar greased Hairy hands ready To pry & plunge My buxom booty
There was no serenade, Because he was not amused, In a tangled moment, With a twisted mind, Words plunged like daggers, Bloody lava flowed, Those mixed messages, Lifting him so high, Then releasing him, To plummet & crash, Is she the one? His hope & dream, A fantastic chimera, Or another false dawn, He teased & tortured, Himself til blue, Always thinking, Until he knew nothing His light lifted her, His dark scared her, He didnít mean to, But he couldnít help it, She...
I drive the dreaded drive So long with time to get there To prepare for the worst The dead eyes behind the glass Expressionless faces caught in the glare The rivers of cars The warning signs The flashing lights The indicators The graffiti bus stops The polluted air The made up buildings The lack of care The students The bus drivers The guards The gates I enter I park I lead myself in Give myself up My cell invites me in And time suddenly slows