I’ve had these poems floating around my head for a few days now. Please, gentle readers, enjoy their imagery and beautious serenity*:
Saturday Night
The clamps! Just on
my areola
just there is the
power on? Not
yet I’m not ready
Okay.
Go.
Ohjesusnoturnitofffuckowowowow
Imeanitturnitoffnowitfuckinghurts
safewordIdon’trememberjustdoit
Ifuckingmeanitturnitoffnowfucker
oh
ow.
do it again.
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Starseed
See the truth as it shines across our memory
it glows green and
blue
I am before you
a mystical mage
The sun behind my head
defining my age
An empty stage
engage!
Our thing we share
I have it on tape.
I play it back at old technoparties
You’re glowing.
__________
P2P in this day and age
If your face was the internet
I’d be guilty of file swapping
our love
Via Russian servers.
Suck it RIAA!
*Before you go all “Holy shit, Ted! That sucked more ass than a gay German porn star.” yes, it’s a joke.
3 thoughts on “The Poetry”
This is more meaningful than most dumbass poetry. Good job.
But Ted
You have sucked more ass than a gay German porn star.
Hug hug kiss kiss
Love you
mean it.
oh please sister
let the lesbian in you out
don’t have to wait for later
you are there, or just about!