naked vicissitude

halted treatment

to become infection

 

jammed my zany grind

to lube my Zen shoot

 

dove into warm lucidity

 

haven’t stopped falling

yet

 

left a borrowed cigarette

burning in a stolen ashtray

 

as usual

you missed the entire

miracle

 to chase fancy paper

through

 psychosocial

crossfire

 

I’ll replay the highlights

for you

 the next time

uptight logic

collides

with homespun

hallelujah

 

it’ll be our own hybrid moment:

a multicolored orgasm

crossbred

with a 4 hour root canal

 

can’t wait to see

that thing your face does

when I’m too honest

Reviews

[roarke]

speaking of which, *they* just pasted together a pair of cute little monkey twins from six different DNA contributions.... the article fails to mention where the six different DNA samples are from.... all to further the study of "stem cells"

yes, strangely enough your poem reminded me of this. We of this species are so bored with and have SO abuse the genetic format we've come to recognize ourselves as, we are now in the nascent stages of going from plastic surgery douchbaggery to genetic surgery douchbaggery.....

there won't be any crossfire, everybody's on board with this clusterf**k.... finger's firmly inserted into the ears and tongue wagging La la la's like politician hypocrisy fellatio.

I'm not a tree hugger, I'm not a boytoy of PETA, hey, if ya want stem cells, have them scraped from your OWN embryo at birth and freeze dried for later use when you've become bored with what you've abused yourself to become.

yeah, I thought about that when reading your poem, thanks, no sorry, no screw that your stuff hits nerves and I'm a nervous kinda guy. I think I"ll just go lay down and shock my monkey for a while.....

[Kenneth The Poet]

The second to last stanza: something I could laugh at for days.

[Ed Hart]

often your poetry is like dynamite...there's this red stick, and suddenly it's in your face exploding

[_mal]

You really nailed it with those last three lines. This builds up perfectly