I Am The Fucked Product Of Circumstances

I Am The Fucked Product Of Circumstances, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

a copulated
thought divine
while swimming
freely my seminal
soul was caught
hook sinker line
within the poetry
of two beings
i was created
broken rhyme
entwined ,,,
in her cosmic
penitentiary of
womb a speck
enshrined
i made it ,,
just in time
pickled brine
on whom the
carrion will
surreptitiously
dine..rats rodents
eating the human
garbage even
swines ...because
i wont be buried
in a cemetery
end of my lifeline
washed away
as ashes on
some distant
shoreline
where she lives
happily ever after
my muse no she
never wanted to be
this poets concubine
a part of me
hangs on her hearts
clothesline...deleted
dreams bottomline