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Sexual Architecture

November 20, 2021

I feel so at odds
With your concrete reinforcing rods
I feel just like
A load-bearing dyke
My feelings aren't what they seem
Once I look at your big steel beam
You're like a seductress
With your thrust out buttress
My heart roamed aimlessly
Until I saw your masonry
Loving you a million
Looking at your pavilion
My heart is set on fire
Looking at your gothic spire
My desire needs no proof
Simply see my eyes looking at your thatched roof
Putting my loins in a fuss
Gazing upon your truss
I can no longer carry on this charade
As I look past your facade

Red Pill

November 15, 2021

oh what a pity
oh what a shame
got lost in the city
got lost in the game
oh what a tragedy
won't be the same
went from a comedy
to untameable flame
oh what a loss
that i'll never regain
a fateful coin toss
to another ego slain

Limousine Predator

November 14, 2021

I prefer cola
That’s what he said
But I do know
He’d rather give head
I invite him into my limo
And offer him a treat
So I whip out
My big long bull teat
He says no thanks
But I don’t take no for an answer
Little did I know
He’s a gun-slinging dancer
He says he’s been tracking me
For a few days
That he’s going to put an end
To my predator ways
I let out a big
Guffaw, ha ha ha!
Then he put a bullet in my head
Straight through my split open maw

21 Love Salute

November 13, 2021

Sleep deprivation
Unconsciousness starvation
That is my libation
In this capitalist nation
I sit at this workstation
Solving complications
Designing my creations
For under-appreciations
So I pivot to recreation
With the expectation
Of mental elevation
Of finding inspiration
But much to my frustration
A victim of manipulation
And sociopathic exploitation
I learn my limitation
My thoughts reach congregation
To unhealthy, sad obsession
Of rebellious elimination
And dragon execution
Fortunes without taxation
Raping vegetation
Privacy violation
Total domination
Old slaves, new plantation
Excess waste met with celebration
Public displays of discrimination
Kill people, pay the corporation
Destroy all regulation
Ignore the radiation
Shallow words of conservation
Performative participation
Masked representation
Of diverting investigation
Distorting examination
Falsifying information
‘For the children,’ their declaration
While sowing indoctrination
Abominating civilization
Calling it innovation
I reach for ammunition
Prepare for liberation
Seek out their termination
Much to my degradation
In my self assassination
I made the estimation
Blood is not my destination
So began my transformation
Letting go of the perpetuation
Of self-induced isolation
Reducing confrontation
Let go of my reservations
Begin my emancipation
With meditation
Eliminating temptation
Ego naked, sans-humiliation
I harness my fixation
On reconciliation
And consolation
For my close affiliation
Continue meditation
Breathe through fluctuation
Float in my constellation
Rethink my habitation
Focus on adoration
And reparation
Moderation
Unification
The land of anger, we’re in emigration
Without hesitation
With full dedication
Ceasing hate’s confrontation
Honesty, our vocation
Love, our vibration
Theresa, our imitation
Lifting others, our intoxication
Open hearts, our retaliation
Our opinions meet annihilation
Our connection is rejuvenation
Our reformation meets ovation
From suffocation to jubilation
Disassociation to unification
Malformation to augmentation
Love kindling to conflagration

Create? Just Don’t

November 12, 2021

Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke
Don't write it if it once wrote
Don’t paint it with one coat
Don't design it if it got bloat
Don’t film it if for just any folk
Don’t play it if it ain't woke
Don't joke it if it don't poke
And don't create it if it ain't bespoke

mood: moody

November 11, 2021

nail polish: black
skin: pale
diet: anemic
mood: moody
meds: flushed down the toilet
music: angelspit
cocaine: uncut
i'll see you on the other side (of the suburbs) don't try to stop me now i need my disapproving father's attention

Inspiration

November 10, 2021

The clouds in the sky
The rage in my soul
The band named Tool
And the gal named Lizzo
Salvador and
Silverstein,
Savory foods
With lots of greens
The people I love
The people I hate
Endless running away
From what I think is my fate
The lore of old
The learning that makes it new
It's real, I'm told
Who knows if it's actually true
A fool's errand I sought
No matter, it serves a way
To create new thoughts
For ideas to form, shape, and stray

Broken Bodies

November 9, 2021

My bones creak
As I remember the siren shriek
I was lured to rocky shores
We shared similar chores
Keeping our bodies clean
And our muscles lean
Our minds clear
Fighting fear
Her body was broken, but no one knew
Nor did she, awareness so few
And as mending began
I started to scan
My body is broken too
Absent awareness, through and through
Her pain from unknowing
Mine from overglowing
So here we are together
Skin becoming leather
Kin, we are, for the better
Yet another love letter

Brae

November 9, 2021

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Some like women thin, some like them bolder
I must admit, my partner is small
But she's the type of woman that make civilizations rise and fall
We think like kings
And live like peasants
My worldview is from a mountain
Hers, from another plane of omnipresence
My mind is shackled and lit on fire
By my ego and endless desire
Her mind shackled in an entirely different vein
Caged by flesh and bone and brain
A treasure revered by the likes of the kings of Saudi
Her mind is imprisoned by her very own body
Calculating all that once was, and all that will be
Her words and motions, slower than growing a White Cedar tree
Of course, that's as far as she's concerned
But before my eyes, brilliance is churned
Never borrowed and always returned
A clockwork typeset, perfectly kerned
And as I stare into her eyes, as blue as a Hindu deity
I instantly plunge into the eternity
Lost to the ages, yet returned so sprightly
From a loving, divine, gravitational well of blissful insanity

The Shitty Trinity

November 8, 2021

I relieved myself today. How many times?
Not once
Not twice
But thrice!
I did yesterday as well. Again, how many?
Not once
Not twice
But thrice!
Can you guess how many the day before?
Not once
Not twice
Not even a single slice!
And do you know how many days I didn't find reprieve?
Not once
Not twice
That's right, thrice!
For whatever reason that it may be
For three days I am not free
Happening pretty much weekly
This is my shitty trinity

Chest Intellectual Puffing by Ian Rand McKenzie

Sexual Architecture

Red Pill

Limousine Predator

21 Love Salute

Create? Just Don’t

mood: moody

Inspiration

Broken Bodies

Brae

The Shitty Trinity

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