Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Prison Poem #4


Cramped Living Space

Frisky business strategies make a life time of success.  Why? Because no one is able to ignore sex.  All react to it.  Love, Lust, Fucking, Abstinence.  The four are all in response to sex.  Life don’t talk to me about life.  True lie’s are antithetical.  Beast breast.  Young mercenaries march maddening into the midnight melancholy.  Ferocious fangs fight frisky fluid fronts of friendship.  Error.  Error.  Recalibrating.  truth.  Doctrine.  Dogma.  Catechism.  Satan.  Laughter.  Recalibrating.  Truth.  Love.  Freedom.  Boehme.  Drugs.  Unshaven.  Tweuwy we awew the most bewtafew peopew in the howe wide wouwd! Comedy.  Laughter.  Two men walk into a bar.  There is no business.  Drenched in sweet, shaking from exertion, smiling with pride.  Wondering if I got the part.  There’s a moment when the entire world comes together to celebrate one person.  This happens to everyone more often then we notes.  Life it’s all the… Can you taste the lemon? Fruit? Bach, Brams, von Batovan, Petrovich Eliach.  One man leaves, pause for laughter.  Change channels before the commercial brake.  Cramped living space

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