Art, as Ejaculate

Art my dear friends is one person

ejaculating the inner workings of their mind

on the faces of an unsuspecting rape victim


Art is bleeding

in someones face

and asking

what's wrong with m

It is unprotected sex

with a world full

of diseased hookers

and the prayer

against aids



It is a broken heart love letter

typed secretly

in the middle of a lonely november night

and the unanswered mail

lying in collection notice heaps

on a junk-picked coffee table



Art is  knowledge

that everything around you

is bullshit



Art is a travesty of beauty

raped by the unknowing eye

of small brained apes

staring at some ones

canvas and paint cum stain



The very act of typing poetry

is in and of itself

pornographic

as you reach deep in your mind

searching for the orgasm

of a perfectly stated sentence



So read and stroke your minds

to throbbing

pulsating

climax

and spray it all over the paper

so that I may play

voyeur