Category: Poetry

massive ball of chained steel
poised to impose its will upon me
perched beyond the nexus shadow
aimed to strike my solar plexus

on the flash of a doorstop dime
triggered by a thoughtless notion
it drops
piercing the air like a sonic flare
barreling down the arced pathway
faster than my thought can bear to answer its undoing

and in one searing soul-crush instant
it collides with my feeble world
shattering all preconceptions
every trenchant dissociation
dispersed into a worthless pile
of infantile abandon

til all that’s left behind
is the broken child
hiding from the hideous truth
writhing in a fetal coil of feces

the blunder was to not abort
now torn asunder
plunderous distortion

but none should be so fortunate
as fervid fiends must fuck fuck fuck

fuck without a second thought
fuck until the seed is shed
what breathes alone crawls from the bed

forethought flippantly forgone
in their putrid wake of ~amorous~ miasma
an afterthought as frivolous
as latent laughter
lost inside of lust’s pacification

forced to find its feral footing
in the aftermath of nurture’s negligent wrath
a product of an act so vile

fleeting as the morning fruit fly
feeding on the rotted flesh
besotted with the tainted milk
caked in honey layered filth

cast aside for pride’s comeuppance
supple skin begins to harden
lost and unattended in the garden
of dreams dissonant
deemed a tragic waste of space
fucked in every fucking way
that fucking can’t afford afflicting
upon a seeded egg defeated

shunned the freeing of the fetus

as long as everyone got fucked
then everything should be just fine

To WRITE

IS to VALIDATE

the TRUTHS

of one’s individual

PERSONAL
life experience

through the

PERPETUITY

of written word

the TRANSMUTING
of one’s greatest

TRIUMPHS
minutiae
and TRAGEDIES

to be SHARED
with the WORLD

or
with NONE