Fictitiously quivering,
like the fake replicant
Absolutely shuddering,
in his cold, dark reality
Poems
Drops like a marionette with cut strings
disappearing behind a magician curtain
wafting away like a puffy poof of clouds
Life she's tickling me pink
producing every chemical
needed to make me laugh
Brain she paints town red
opens up sweet baby blue
bright smile meet hot sun
Paints to a heart's content
brushes his latest memory
portraying each arty moon
It's a bad habit catching phantom resentments
and terrible form putting them on our families
But I broke mine like the mean YouTube camel
when it clamped down on that old mule's spine
I'm at the bottom of it,
and it feels really good
Gritty like fine particles of coral reef,
eroded and swaying in a tidal swing
Gooey like a floating piece of fish gut
my torn, decaying, pressurized thing
No I'm not lonely I'm only horny
I err by driven desire yea it's true
Can you please keep your grubby
off my red hot, flaming personal?
You shouldn't have asked me that
you're naught what my boners do!
Oh, send me a poem, dear hearts my love
please email here upon blues skies azure
For your poem's alive, and lives in a well
'pon an ocean of emotional feelings I felt
Although I do grandly admire
all of this singles shrewdness
of great egos protecting itself
I don't wanna be no cruel one
or multi-celled bio-organism!
Cooking for my family, a house with only one
me all by myself, feeding hungry, prodigy son
I chef with equal caring, I'd give to every soul
but come time for seconds, I'm the only bowl!
In each matter of my synopses
at the center of every synapses
my transmissions are attached
via receptionists 'pon this desk
In living bullseye of all my axis
at the heart of important axons
all nerve signals are connected
to quite specific recipients cells
In black-n-white of my magical
at the cores of miraculous greys
a bio-electrochemical computer
'tis where my poem living stays
