Here I am,
my mind feels like it’s in a pot.
Invisible to all who peer in,
transparent like the shuddering wind.
Numb from reality – steady on with morality.
A mind built for something new maybe it can’t be pure?
Does this energy define you?
Words from Within
Easy, do these words envelope out from within especially,
after a glass of Gin.
Walking with Gravestones
Walking through the quiet graveyard beyond a reality that defines time.
Discreetly, reading new & old gravestones.
Bound by the realms of mortality, Dead!
Alive my time instead, but one day will lay my head.
Man not got a girlfriend;
Man not got a job;
Man got an x-box;
Bare, with flesh holding on.
Hairs standing to attention like needles.
Blue feet from the algid seeping in.
Standing here nude;
We finally enter the bed.
Her warmth entraps me.
breath lost through pillowed lips.
Her orgasm pulses through slender hips:
Falling into a heap.
Still nude but distinctively glued.