I walked away elated
Into another room
It was full of noise and wonder
Transmitted throughout gloom
Land
So I roared in frieght
Back to debate
Instantly my fingers key
Pointless rhyme by my side
Moment is lost
The air sucks it back in from out there
Eyes of doom
Hawk their next meal
Forged orgasm blown black
Like ink but only
Cybernettedly
Forged orgasm blown black
Like ink
And if a poem takes more than ten minutes to
Write
Rewrite
Trash
Then start again
Is it still a
poom?
Forged Orgasm
Why?
Why when you mentioned an orgasm
Do they all come running
Cum?
Cum shot?
Shot from any other glass
It still tastes the same
No grog from there it is
Depressing
No piss from here it is elavative
No piss off
Yes the orgasm and the grinning bear
Bear it, spell it, smell it, live it.
The dogs will find out the chemistry
In the end
In the end the dogs will cry
Howling at a moon
Licking empty spoons
Grin and bar it
Grin and spar it
It being it
That stuff I've heard in dreams
Asleep but not conscious enough to wake
Spades dig up an empty grave
Oceans roar to sandy lanes
Lapping at fresh water
Fish
That’s a neat card game
Orgasms are orgasms
All the same
Tired head worn back down from upside beat
Music frees itself again
In a love filled street
I knew not love
Until I'd spent my last shot
We are all looking for you
Our boss
Love shot lost
But another birth
Our sleeping cots
The storm blows rain
It's washed away these words.
Do they all come running
Cum?
Cum shot?
Shot from any other glass
It still tastes the same
No grog from there it is
Depressing
No piss from here it is elavative
No piss off
Yes the orgasm and the grinning bear
Bear it, spell it, smell it, live it.
The dogs will find out the chemistry
In the end
In the end the dogs will cry
Howling at a moon
Licking empty spoons
Grin and bar it
Grin and spar it
It being it
That stuff I've heard in dreams
Asleep but not conscious enough to wake
Spades dig up an empty grave
Oceans roar to sandy lanes
Lapping at fresh water
Fish
That’s a neat card game
Orgasms are orgasms
All the same
Tired head worn back down from upside beat
Music frees itself again
In a love filled street
I knew not love
Until I'd spent my last shot
We are all looking for you
Our boss
Love shot lost
But another birth
Our sleeping cots
The storm blows rain
It's washed away these words.