Rolling Down the Hill

Only reason to have sex, is because you’re a virgin, it’s something you have to see, experience, for your life to blossom, you can know, and not care, but even then, you'd still need it to function, maintenance, unclog the pipes, then it becomes food, get it while its hot, eat the fruit while its ripe, everyone has a vice, it's like crack cocaine, chicks in bikinis, it's like poetry, again and again, its an addiction, offer me peace, a bullet to the head, I keep trying to fill the hole, but the flower blooms, pulled in and out, stretched and pulled, used up, like a dishrag, smelly and unwashed, infected with disease and lice, hairy bush, smell it, your lips, its still good, roll down the hill, we all get older, feelings build it, curses, our burden, we gather more of it, get by on jokes, such a cruel world, when you can’t handle it, let it be laughter, you can try to be cautious, but you’re a person, when strings pull, the sun shines, we’ll dance, and burn just the same…

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Cloud Wisp

The key to good dreaming, the flowing river, so much dreams, so much excitement, lays in completion, for the flames of desire, to run its course, smoldering embers, a soft pillow, some rest, sleep, peace, morning light, some coffee and cereal, so much good, under the blue sky, your boss and your wife, such pretty light…