Drilling For Plastic

More so a lymric

Drilling for plastic…..

I looked at the sky today.
I mean extensively looked at the sky, not the inadvertent look we all do.
I mean eyes fixed, head cocked back, in total silence and gazed at the unsettling vastness of the sky.
I thought about how everyone who had ever existed looked at this exact same sky.
I thought about how by some divine law I could never comprehend, this massive, blue, mystery blanket kept us all alive.
I thought about thanking the sky on behalf of all earth, for all its done for us.
I thought about it saying “You are welcome, Adam.”
I thought about what else the sky would say, deep, profound, philosophic s**t I bet.
Like, “This is all bigger than you.” or “You aren’t alone.”
I thought about how glad I was that the sky didn’t talk, I mean the sky has to see a lot of stuff, and for a scoundrel like me, an all seeing, omnipotent, blabber mouth is the last thing I need.
Besides if the sky could talk that would mean it would have to have a mouth, and with a mouth comes all types of issues; bad breath, sneezing, snoring, besides what if the sky accidentally eats a plane?
American Airlines would sue.
After my neck developed a sharp pain and soreness I directed my attention to the busy bustling city street. Men with briefcases, students, the poor and down touted. Each with 1000 stories all coexisting under the sky.
I stared at a well endowed woman, she was wearing a low cut shirt that I’m pretty sure was to small.
She had amazing tits.
The sky is a lot like a nice set of breasts.
And If the sky is a giant b**b, then the sun is a n****e.
They both invoke this bizarre since of hope, they both having this healing power that is indescribable.
The sun feeding the earth with invisible rays. and n*****s feeding babies and sexual deviants with organic calcium.
You can go blind gazing into the sun to long.
You can go to jail if you stare at b***s to long, and without permission.
I thought about how when I was a kid I’d lay on my moms chest .
I thought about how it was the closest to nirvana I had ever been, without smoking weed.
I thought about my head being like the earth, and my mother’s chest being the sky.
I thought about the sun/n****e metaphor I had made earlier which led me to think about my mothers n****e, which grossed me right the f**k out.
I noticed that the women with the big tits noticed me mindlessly staring at her chest.
She probably thought I was a pervert, some type of peeping tom.
She wasn’t far off basis, I am some what of a pervert. But what she didn’t know is that her magnificent tits helped me see things a little bit clearer, I had a b**b inspired epiphany.
I wanted to thank her, but it would only have freaked her out.
Especially since I had a boner….

Reviews

[Corinne]

A b**b inspired epiphany? Those are the best kind, you think?
Your grammar is not horrendous and I think I like your style, it's rhythmic. Not in a sense of rhyming; it's fluid like, rolls off the tongue when you speak it aloud.

"The sky is a lot like a nice set of breasts...[they] both invoke this bizarre sense of hope...having this healing power..."

As in the sun sustains/nurtures life on earth just as breasts sustain/nurture life on earth?

This is interesting. Interesting like Charles Bukowski interesting.

[jhed]

nice poem..

oh,keep on writing..i'm looking forward to be your friend!