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Nature Walk
In the devil’s hour
I find myself
a dream-like wraith
stumbling through the nature walk
Spirits inflamed/ souls divi ded
The moment is writhe with conjuration
To whom do I call
in this God forsaken place?
At the crossroad
the question becomes rhetorical
the path rounds out
no going back now
I came here to make a deal
and I’ll be damned if I get short-changed
‘Inhibitions, Away With You!’
My dark desires cry out
fetter and yoked
for far too long
Dare I speak in to wards
call up on the depths
Astrologically brushed a side
like yesterday’s paper
Jim & I have no twins
We have no business raising children
from the dead
of night
whom no womb
between us –
‘Enough Word Play!’
Before I lose my nerve
for this forbidden love
‘You know what I want.
How best to enact this trans action?’
Pull down your pants
Grab hold of your pen
Shake it to get the juices flowing
And sign right here on the dirty asphalt
Divine Intervention
Absurd Nothingness
or to get technical
Whiskey Dick
For come as I may
I could not cum
No deal struck
Only a curse
as I stood before the Lord
pulled my pants up
to hide my nakedness
A tree of knowledge branched in my mind
And Look!
An apple
Some assholes already took a bite
08-07-17
I find myself
a dream-like wraith
stumbling through the nature walk
Spirits inflamed/ souls divi ded
The moment is writhe with conjuration
To whom do I call
in this God forsaken place?
At the crossroad
the question becomes rhetorical
the path rounds out
no going back now
I came here to make a deal
and I’ll be damned if I get short-changed
‘Inhibitions, Away With You!’
My dark desires cry out
fetter and yoked
for far too long
Dare I speak in to wards
call up on the depths
Astrologically brushed a side
like yesterday’s paper
Jim & I have no twins
We have no business raising children
from the dead
of night
whom no womb
between us –
‘Enough Word Play!’
Before I lose my nerve
for this forbidden love
‘You know what I want.
How best to enact this trans action?’
Pull down your pants
Grab hold of your pen
Shake it to get the juices flowing
And sign right here on the dirty asphalt
Divine Intervention
Absurd Nothingness
or to get technical
Whiskey Dick
For come as I may
I could not cum
No deal struck
Only a curse
as I stood before the Lord
pulled my pants up
to hide my nakedness
A tree of knowledge branched in my mind
And Look!
An apple
Some assholes already took a bite
08-07-17
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