A meteorite glancing the edge of understanding. Enough to titillate the senses.

“Look at me!”

Transgender insanity mixed with a loss of morality.

“War! Iran will submit before me,” says an orange death sentence waiting for execution by the mob of hate.

Tits!

Pussy!

Dick!

Trout!

Each and all an illusion begs for attention of surrender.

Political ambition based on something humans consider to be power.

*

A fire lit so long ago now steeping or seeping or sleeping in surrender.

Poetry?

Fuck you!

and you

and…right?

*

Lets discuss the Irish potato famine. You remember? Right?

Or

Pol Pot

or Cuba?

or the castration of God because you think you are all such wonderful in the make believe of being a child?

*

To see an Angel smile

or a demon defficate?

I

am

in control.

Or, am I nothing more than a tool?

(sigh)

This world bores me. Full of, “fuck you,” and “oh how nice,” while behind the ass the shit screams.

Poetry?

You, and you, and you, you decide.

What’s that? A feeling of what this illusion is all about? Okay, i will listen… What’s that? Nothing to say?

That’s okay because this body embraces the insane.

i

do

not

belong here.

Never did.

Never will.

…

Just more proof God has a wonderful sense of humor.

(sip)

Pulease.