Daze of the Weak

5.7.12

(revised 11.15.13)


Daze of the Weak


Weak for fair flesh
When I'm a freak and care less
When I'm given to sharing the baser parts of my lascivious intellect
and the days turn into weeks

...and then stretch


Distilled turpentine; to drink
to bleed less
Painting banes cannot strip
seeds of stress

While whipping my weak
Wary freak meets my meek
Mourning moments I mismanaged my mess


Stiffening the serpentine lust
Quickening with calm, comes the crush

The pain is such
at times - too much
Spades cannot spare speech in the clutch

Wracked in this rut - (what) the fuck?!

Creeping the coldest of climes
frosting weakened the mind
Wonder whether to slither through slush

Sleighing dogs, feelings left - went to "mush"


Dripping deliciousness
this dish

Tongues nestled in nests
meant to lick or ingest
The precariousness thinks 'thrust' - then courts jest
Hormones trapping trust - "what is next?"


My slow licks suck Stoli
and blindness blocks best

Brave hearts seem to stick
leaving streaks 'til end's less
Destroying sleep, soaking freaks with the monster of
Loch's ness

Remember, the king's legend - is Set


I swim breath

Strong stroking, resolving defects

Pulling - their hair
they come up for air
In the midst will I then discon-nect

Screams of 'no fair'
I stop and I stare
Solemn swear
no distress I detect

In here OR in there
their conscience laid bare
Heaving - with palpitations and sweat


They cannot hang with my swing
or my suckling
Thighs tremored, surrendered in suffering

Speech is to slurring
vision to blurring
Breathing deep as I breach - braces buckling

Sweet swallows or swells
in sweet hollows my shell
When I burrow they throw up their share

For the rest of selects
will bring chairs, I suspect
Pleasuring pretty pink pieces to pet

Sure of the lure
riding hard through manure
Set my sights on the squish to secure


Sensing uprisings, surmising young mares

Smell well-hidden lies
through their tricks and their tries
Walk the line, peace of mind - I don't care


Words
like swords - penetrate to the base
Wet
I push herds and swim fords on just faith
Graven idols spinning dials
and sandfiends scratching face
Smelling smoke on the wind as my roscoe taps chin
Sighting gun, bunnys run -  chevys chase


I strafe backs

Brazen brats to attack me in packs

Bragging brutes and their brethren
Expelling exceptions
head-aching, words fail - no excedrin

Exhaling intentions, extensions extract
aggression absolving - impressions and acts

With the poorest of patience
Not doctor, nor patient
In turning blind eye, harbor hacks


They bring soap

Welts stinging
and they sing softnest notes

Oceans churn, rivers yearn
Voices swift to the lift
Quelled quivers shift sheltering hopes

Guilty grieves in the grip of gruff gropes


Burn with the sun when I shun my depicts
Free from false views, idle masses and shit


Darkened through functions
gone numb with 'confronting'
Connect - viscious verse with conjunctions


Capricious, carnivorous, coital
Damnation and
Damsels - despoiled

Breaking bricks just for kicks
when ignore or just list
Blowing holes, saving souls - giving gifts

Gone astray counting daze of
weak-ness