Thursday, April 1, 2010

Man a Dead Zone

Man a dead zone
lives in society
but dies all alone
what is not his
he wants to own
diseased flesh
a phallic wish bone
a drop of a semen
dreams that wont clone

Man-in a Hole

man in a hole
a spare part
a part that is whole
digging into despair
the eyes of a mole

Lip Gloss


Lip Gloss, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

she watches from the corner of her eyes
with crimson red lip gloss
a rolling stone gathers no moss
life at a standstill
lifeless moments gone for a toss

The Wheels Within Wheels

wheels
all around
moving
the chakra
of pain
we pretend
we are human
satisfying
with our pretensions
another mans heart
another mans brain
our faces hidden
behind pretentious masks
we are petty conceited and vain
we are everything we are not
simple and plain fuck
whoever told you
we were humane

A street car called desire

he sleeps on a cart suspended in delirious pain
to his bad luck duly chained
man born of misery ingrained
disappointments delusions
his body his spirit all drained
his fate wounded maimed brutalized
completely blood stained..
mankind his battlefield
a foot soldier fodder
for the politicos totally untrained

The Whetting Stone Man Grieves

the whetting stone man
had cut off
rusty old blades dick
by mistake
no it was pseudo
original
slightly fake
a bit rubbery
like a snake
he told rusty
to forgive him
a broken bottle
he cant shake
what was left
in his hand
the cut off bit
he could hang
it round his neck
like a keep sake
unfortunately
a new dick
he could not make
but as a compensation
he could send him
to a harem
of a eunuch sheik
love poetry hate
racism returns
from the burning stake
break your balls
gnash your teeth
an unending nightmare
to keep you awake

Rusty Old Blades

rusty old blades
his woman's door
could not impale
so he bought
his decadent dick
to sharpen it
make it more
razor sharp male
pointed uncut
like a hobnail
but while
the whetting stone man
held it in his hand
he cut it off completely
the sad part of the tale
so fucked rusty old blades
has become from
a fucked male into a female
stands at street corners
his ass on sale
a missing detail
a poetic pause
pursued
by a black tail
love poetry hate racism
says the thumbnail
a racist poets
last stand
last wail
truth
shall
prevail


Love Poetry Hate Racism Returns From The Poets Grave

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