Tuesday, February 17, 2004

I love e.e. cummings.

societyfuckedme
I
he's big,smiles,
--a clown that's
not funny
but quite mean—
he's going to eat.
(big teeth)

funny to feel eaten,
and cycled
around.
and funny how this feels
so wrong (and goes round
and round)
when does it stop?
where is it found?

laughter,dead balls fall
balled into dead—out of reality.

II
Society, fuck you,
laughing coon,
bigsmilingman.
go down and fall
and leave me be.

ifeeldead
i feel eaten
BEATEN
d e s t r o y e d
fad
ed
and gone
left
leaving

Society why won't you die
be shot by an assassin?
if i could shoot a gun
i'd shoot you down
and you'd be gone.
right in the head
. . .dead.

i have will,will inside
and captured butterflies
i have things most gracious
but they're all circumsized
i'm just a penis,aren't i society
a penis for your insides.
all i have is in you,stabbing
(you) PRICK
–ing.
you should feel glad i'm circumsized.
i'm just a penis,i go inside.
i'm too hard,but really flaccid inside.
i guess we fucked in the end.

III
you to me i to you
me and her and all them too
fucked you inside,outside,through.
i hope your face erred in pleasure;
i hope your pussy felt really good.
my penis didn't
it felt wasted
it felt desecrated,raped,and forced.

i'll ejaculate.
spawntheSEED.
down we go—ashes, ashes;
bleed;

ovulation?
sure as we breathe.

Society,you're of the sexist breed.
like your fucking?

IV
i was a virgin
--doing fine
then you came along
and made me go.

you whore,
cur,(metrosexual i say with a smile,
that term so numb)
you boar.
sleuthing egotistical bore.

i was a virgin
--doing fine
then you fucked me,
showed me all i am is just a penis,
and i go inside.
nothing beautiful—i'm of no great design.

sure as we breathe,i'm dying—
dying by your whoreish deeds.
Society,you deserve to bleed.

your period's a few days away.
what they hey—let's fuck today.
maybe we'll have a baby,
just like yours is god.

V
you beast,
with large teeth,
and an even wider O
--the one that's your whole—
(hole)
the one where i go in,
and go in slow.
and there's hair there,
i know.

pub(ic)[hair]:I:lic(k),
my tongue in there.
raw.
and then my stick
to poke around.

VI
i grab your breast,you beast.
horny harsh hands.
(lustful lashes land)

your breast:
milks us all.
sour,curdled milk.
and the nipples are harsh.


Society,your period's a few days away.
(and we're fucking today)
be sure to wear a tampon,
don't let it leak away.

be sure to fuck as many as you can
give birth to more children,
i think i like wacking around the Bush.

VII
i grab your stomach,you beast.
horny harsh hands.
(lustful lashes land)
no-man's land.
sex is the juice
in my trench where i wage.

sex(less)ed fucking.

Society,you have strong strangling hands
they grab me and i can barely stand.

fuck you,man.

VIII
i guess we fucked in the end.
it was well (and good) and grand,
and now i'll see you later.

Death is release, a bloodsoaked fan.
thank god for that much to have had.

I
discombobulated
misaligned, disguised.
disinfected, disentwined.
i am all my parts, and broken hearts,
and cupid shot my eyes.
point blank.
sigh.

and it stings.
cannot see.
arrow me.
point blank,
and goodbye.

disassociated,
disenboweled, fallen now.
disaster, cannot will not do.
i'm worthy when it's true.
useless, disused.
throw me aside, and aside and aside
and aside till i fall.
a tissue on the wall,
snotty, diseased.
sneeze.
and i'm here.
on the wall.
down i fall.
have an issue,
grab a tissue.
on the wall.
down i fall.

cupid shot my eyes
blinded me.
cannot see.
goodbye.
alibi.
lullaby.
rock me cradle
cry.

cupid shot me in the eyes.
point blank.
sigh.

point blank.
and goodbye.
love is blind.
shot my eyes.
can't find it.
where does it lie.

in the grave.
in the ground.
in the soil.
in the earth.
it lies.

and from your mouth.
it lies.
belie.
shout down.
cry.
lullaby.

cupid shot my eyes.

II
tired, and sick,
passerby.
walking through.
don't bother.
i'm fine.

pedestrians,
and the sidewalks are cold.
their feet are getting frostbitten.
winter—winter—die.
leave me alone, let me walk outside.

i miss the walking
i miss my feet,
mechanical,
on the ground.
and that certain feeling,
certain surround,
of being out and about.
and not so wound.

release expound.
till found.

III
welcome, and twiddle dee and twiddle dum.
people in clothes—their habiliments
and they wander round.
earning their mighty dollar, the green fiend.

fill out the applications
say thank you with a smile.
they say they'll get back to you.
a day leaves, another comes.
no call. nothing.
frustration? no.
anticipation? no.
only this thing.
society.
binding us all.
binding me.

welcome, and twiddle dee and twiddle dum.
when you're hired you work it's fun.
got to love it every day.
when things could be so much simpler
in a better way.

IV
don't
ask
me.

don't
tell
me.

i
don't
know.

let me go
let me go.

i
don't know.

let go.
leave me alone.
want to feel whole.
want to leave.
want to go.

leave
me
alone.
don't
hold
onto
me
like that.

let me go home.
let me live how i feel.
let me be who i see.

don't ask me.
let go.
leave me alone.
want to go.
want to feel whole.

leave
me
alone.

i know what i know.
leave
me
alone.

leave me alone.

V
sun rises and smiles
and moon leaves in a smirk
and the clouds come and settle
and haggle round.

another day
has been found.

VI
the cigar smoking sky
ashen and aflame.
it coughs, smoker's cough.

his lungs are black
full of collected tar.
from smoking.
for being what you are.

he smells like incense
and smoke lingers by.
and he puffs out clouds
getting blacker with time.

the cigar smoking sky
has smoked since it could.

surgeon general warning:
smoking is hazardous.

and where's the marlboro man?
he's up there fine.
and cigar smoking sky,
soon you'll die.
of lung failure
of coughing as you try to breathe.

everything wil blacken
and ashes breathe.
and surgeon general warning:
it's hazardous to smoke.
and ashes breathe
everything will blacken
will heave.

we'll have to do any autopsy
when you die.
you coughing old guy,

cigar smoking sky.

VII
when trying to link
this and this
and that and that
i found none
and found in some places
it was fat
with comparison.
and that some things
tie together
here.

these strings
of words
are
beads

these strings
of words
are ships
fleeting on shores
going to things
they adore.

but frustration
is on the shore
when they land
and it's sailing us away.

we're linked in some way.
all these words
and what they say.

in some way.
but i've lost what to say.
and what it means.
let's sail away
to the shore's bay.
and forget it for today.
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