unlike your standard dildo found in the average girl's room there
is simply not enough of me to go around. need someone willing to be
as useless in the affairs of life. must have no rhythm during sex
and will only come if you do, in a pre nup arrangement. physicality am tall yet
slight, so you will feel bigger than me with no masculine pressure on your body.
cannot cook except for eggs, canned food and toast rest assured I will always
have eaten prior to our arrangements I accept that I will want to see you
, not your oven. cannot fix things but am always
willing to offer opinions and help lift heavy objects away from the corner
to see what the problem is, as you do in voyeuristic activity... do not have a sexy
or scary side,
on the contrary, I believe true torment and horror is for the poet to accept their
bourgeoisie - thrive in it.
though I make an adequate wage I am not a good provider so if you want to
be controlled, as much as I would like to, I do not have the experience or authority (
you will have probably done & seen more than me ) & slouch like a
handle on a cup. do not have a licence but will pay for you
to drive me around. children cry when I am in their vicinity
despite my indifference to them.
wrote a poem for this day:
Screwblito
i'm tall and bald
and very virile
do you like me?
i've got a bald
cock too. it's
shaved to match
my bald head.
i'm up for it most
days, except
Tuesdays, when i
go to the club to
get smashed.
am interested in areas, other than the mouth, that a woman could consume
alcohol with, and see if she becomes intoxicated.
upon meeting, essential when shaking, that you have small hands capable of
holding and stroking more than they actually are
otherwise I will cut your fingers off one by one: she loves me, she loves me not
it's the thought that counts it's the hurt that thinks
midnight, begin talking to myself in the mirror.
no where to be seen, my parent's image.
call my mother Gollum,
explaining it's Danish for ' precious '.
i will begin with aims; a literary lebensraum
my political testament, to achieve this
outcome only through war.
i will take back what is written from me.
suicide, madness, mass murder justify
the major collection by a Publishing House.
the Adolf Shicklegruber
of the small press, uber.
the onslaught of my death's work,
towards a poet's locale, even the most
famous or academic can be found in a phonebook.
will appear from nowhere
in the guise of illumination
poetify crude ideas, themes, vulgarities, porn,
which fifty years ago, the high handedness
would've seemed anachronistic & done.
i present to all
a more advanced intelligence,
a more sophisticated hate.
from a savage writing machine,
the heads of leads impaled on wooden sticks.
no reflection none
a woman has
that uncanny ability
, nature's surveillance cam,
to put head between legs
pull back her curtains
one side, always, lopsided drapes
passages, inlets, streams,
roads & regions; all can be scrutinized,
Big Sister is watching
all we can do is rape
John Bryan is an ockernaut spreading misinformation in journals such as The Littoral, Wicked Alice, sentinel poetry, Zygote In My Coffee, BLUE MAG, The Bohemian Rag, remark magazine, Legion Studios, mitochondria, Tin Lustre Mobile, pettycoat relaxer, Double Dare Press, Taj Mahal Review, 63 Channels, Seeker Magazine and The Subterranean Quarterly.
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K
2011-11-19 07:18:18
I know love, I will always know it, I will chase it even though I know its diseased. My love for love is love never disgraced, A breath of life in death, laughter and tears is worth the sickness and the doctor can go to hell with me and my love