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Lesbians

Posted: March 31, 2017 in poetry
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lesbians

I don’t know why I spend so much time looking at lesbian porn

It is a sad and lonely pastime

I suspect they’re probably just gay for pay

Is it because I can’t imagine myself in the scenario

Or just because I don’t like looking at cocks

I knew a woman

Like a mirror image

Who liked looking at gay male porn

I’m sure that lesbians are 20 percent cooler than straight people

Just because they don’t need men

And they’ve always seemed really cool to me

Let’s face it men suck ass

I hate myself for being a man

I hate myself for being lonely

I hate myself for being fat

I hate myself for being over forty and not young and funky

I am a sad individual

I am going to die alone

 

 

 

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It’s 8 am, you merkin

Hypnogogic and confused

By frenzied dreams and pineapple inhalations

RTR on the radio

Doona has a hole in it

from when I set myself on fire smoking

 

Captain conehead knocks on the window

When in Albania

It’s 8 am

Tripping out on triptamine

For no obvious reward

Or pallid delusions of greatness

It’s 8am

And I am not getting out of bed

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I’ve always been a fat guy

Don’t know if it’s what I eat or my metabolism or both

Never had much luck with the ladies

Never been a player

Never been alpha

You orbit above me like a distant star

Radiant beauty, forbidden love

Wonderful woman divine angel

I dream of your caress like rose petals

I dream of your breasts like mangos

I dream of your lips like pomegranates

But I understand that I am not attractive to you

So I’ll be happy with the friendzone

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Write on me what you will

Project your delusions all over my silly face

Tattoo cryptic letters on my body

Story me, stereotype me

Classify me, pattern me

Codify me, categorize me

Garrot me, perforate me

While centrelink waits to crunch my bones

Like the beast rising from the sea in the apocalypse

Soon I will feel it’s fangs in my flesh

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Hidden heart erupts pulse flowers like dust-motes through air

Inner brain imagines mandalas

Plastic fractal rainbow images crystallize my mental skate-park

Unicorn day-dream deadly fantasias, hooligan holograms

Central hallucinations pulsating in infinite variety

Mad ravings by voices which echo incongruously

Suicidal strivings against concrete conformity

Schizoid simperings in the marrow of suburbia

Cracked actions in a bubble of sedition

Mutating madrigals which burble in tune

To the beat of the cosmos, galaxies and stars

Dreaming of vast swaying fields of marijuana

Drunk on delusions and midnight madness

Dying while hermit crabs crackle against rocks

Dying overcome by poisonous paranoia

Dying within while the world rages without