A corporation doesn't feel love
don't dare to think that it does!
Poems
I love bad brain
bad brain good!
Making me-me
'tis as it should!
Prose 'tis the foreplay
poetry stokes orgasm
All coming and going
ejaculates my fathom
I got a bad brain
From some junk DNA
It pricks at my mind
Like a needle in hay
My bad brain thinks hard
With a mind of its own
It tells me to leave
To be sad and alone
I got a bad brain
Flawed till death do us part
It mucks up my life
With regrets a la carte
I got a bad brain
But I've learned what to do
It gives me faint hope
Fresh as moist morning dew
Typo and Hypo,
literacy art font
going 'tis easier
tie-dying haiku
Twin trowelers,
poesy sculptors
writers of verse
undoubtably go
There is no place to hide
No magical reprieve
All souls born of the earth
Must bear their final leave
There is no consciousness
No judgements to receive
All souls braced at death's door
Must bow and take their leave
There is no waking up
No gates where angels grieve
All souls must make their peace
And take their final leave
I feel weaker and heavier
than I've never felt before
An intellect 'tis telling me
I'm 'pon Grim Reaper door
Wisdom don't stop asking
too late now for good doc?
Intuition holds an answer
thou fate thee cannot stop
Confines of the cancer study
domestic Cavies with a hope
Postponements of inevitable
leave asterisks hung by rope
I'd sooner play a dead rodent
alive free and clear in dream
Then die a lab rat Guinea pig
'pon heal not wanted or seen
'Tis over for me here
that's perfectly okay!
As I'll be going sober
memory here to stay
Feels like influenzas
check mating umph!
Moment momentum
adding up my month
