she is neither here
nor there
although
i have deleted her
from my fucked
consciousness
unbridled passion
she bares
an inkling of a thought
perhaps sometimes
for this fucked
cosmic poet she cares
as for the cosmic poet
disillusioned fucking
the iron walls of despair
wondering
why on a mountain top
he got caught in her
vaginal snare
her apples
tasted like pear
blithe spirit
of voluptuousness
disappeared
in thin air
fuck knows where
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Fucking The Iron Walls Of Despair
