A corner of the little dusty bookshelf
was the home of the forgotten king
that homeless hopeless dick head
of a romantic idea.
Porn stars and porn planets
evolved through his penis head
and the wilted magnolia cast a wilted shadow;
the nevermore guy, that dark poet.
A blast of cold inertia carried him to the end
he was propelled and insinuated
he was given free rides and insomnia
with tortilla light-beige talking points.
Write it all down, dick head and don’t forget the highlighter
the sparrow with the PHD is waiting expectantly
and the man with the irony twisted mouth
has given you his semen splattered permission.
Write it all down, dick head, but hurry, the disappearing ink is disappearing.
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“he was propelled and insinuated
he was given free rides and insomnia
with tortilla light-beige talking points.”
More than a satire, a true realization that keeps us writing
as not only ink disappears but also our time allotted. Great work!
thanks Lumiere! A poetic comment!