waterlogged words
And I arrived here
All washed up
Broken now, poor as I was before
But older, less chance of making the future I swore I would
Washed up
Crawl up this shore of broken words all crashing down
I’ll scratch out my first epic poem
On a cardboard sign, homeless
‘Will write for pussy’
And these words
Like junk, shot up in between my toes
So I can still wear short sleeves at work
Take naps in the conference rooms
When nobody’s looking
At some point, your kid (if you ever have one) will ask you:
‘What is sex?’
And what will you tell them? What exactly would your word choice be? Would you describe it as coldly and clinically as you could, using proper scientific terms and explaining exactly what piece goes where, and what happens next, and for what purpose? Or will you use ridiculous comparisons involving cute animals and purposefully vague language that does nothing to alleviate their curiosity? Birds and bees are very interesting, yes – but will your kid have the slightest idea what you’re talking about?
Why don’t you just tell them the truth? Ramble at them;
Sex is a blessed and sanctified union between two people in love, properly married, for the purpose of conception. In the dark.
It is the repeated thrust of an erect penis into a woman’s vagina for the simple goal of inseminating an egg.
Sex is purely and simply, penetration. And oral and spankings and soft candies and apologies.
Orgies, and threesomes, and spankings – pillows and candles, soft whispers, and vibrators and crying.
It is infidelity, and cruelty, and feeling amazing if only for a moment. It is addiction and amazement.
Sex is rude, and beautiful, and disgusting – it is debased criminal thumps against walls while everything else ceases to matter.
All the dinners, movies, walks along the pier, kissing, and courting, and hugging and sucking and biting and grinding -
They lead up to one thing.
Sex.
And be sure to remind them that sex is not love, and love is not sex. It is simply;
Sex.
Which is forgetting to breathe, forgetting who or where you are. It is rude and unkind and impatient and self-serving. And it is fun.
When everyone’s heads are down
Clasping hands ands keeping their eyes closed
Murmuring ‘something something something, Amen’
I am usually thinking about Starcraft
And how good those mashed potatoes are going to be
As soon as you stop talking.
Coffee sucks.
But if we stop drinking coffee… What will that do to the environment? Suddenly, Starbucks is precariously perched on the brink of bankruptcy… Hundreds of thousands of workers are faced with losing their jobs. Tens of thousands of Brazilian coffee bean field workers will riot in the streets because they will no longer be making 4 pesos a day. The chaos in Brazil will undoubtedly spark wild fires that will burn large portions of the Amazonian Rain Forests!
Viva La Revolution!!!
Without these rain forests, CO2 will sky rocket and suddenly global warming is no longer an Al Gore Revival meeting, but the real deal. Ice caps melt, New York is flooded, California is gone, the markets collapse, the country is purchased for 4 dollars and some canned peas, every American learns Chinese within the year. Americans revolt and one crazed military official pushes “the button” rather than live under oppressive, foreign rule. I mean, we are AMERICANS, right? We should be doing the oppressive foreign ruling. And then, BAM. Nuclear winter…
We need to save the world and go to Starbucks.
Because we don’t want the nuclear winter. I mean… I know I am busy and all but I think I can take 5 minutes out of my day to buy a mocha. To save the world.
And maybe we’ll get our names on a plaque.
Smear blood and pound meat
Recall hand, Ugly skin pink
I ate, touch, felt
Sweat
These mad deaths she will
Haunt
In sleep
Eat
Boil
Perhaps incubate
After
Slow red ocean sprays
Tiny urge
Touch, Beat, Soak
Shine
Almost
Glisten
For a candle
My knife would pale
Live only light
Trudge on together
+ Always
Delirious moment
Under a man
Produce a Goddess
We were less
Beneath repulsive black secret said
I sit behind
After you darling
Weak crush
Over friend and then
You’re a none
Use my rust
Sugar
Then Red Milk