Revelations #24

I am resolute, my cock scout tipped and ready
a hybrid of disaster before laughter
in the catacombs of a vibrant haunting

I see bullets riding pussies
until the asses rise above sheets
into fantasy faces
without concern for the abortion
of Never, Never, Land

I am a hydrant of desire
ill kept and bad invested
as misunderstood as my limp step
which now leads me down the shore

I gave up hats because they kept the heat in
my brain is hotter than my loins
she was a contradiction, but I had it coming
after years of walking away

It is the revelation that bleeds gold into new days
I grunt my push ups at twenty five before I kiss the carpet
If a valve bursts let them know that I loved life enough to live it

Her cunt is just another river
it flowed my way for a short time
before it switched direction
so akin to her changing mind

I fly dreams into fog
as I read a Robert Frost poem
and think "How Boring"
though he is still a hero in my eyes

I need something more now
something less defined than glass
and an aftermath
and an aftermath

I need to laugh


ajs