The Tube

No more spiritual  than these

Alexanders.

 

My Ringer is masculine at

Athens.

 

Their scrambled eggs are bitter,

       false nutrients- the grease is of

                    coal

 

Yellow death- stale fever

You caught me at puberty-

     No wait- you caught me of the fetus. Excellent and mono.

 

 

                            Individual

 

Slobbering and vehement about purpose.

Yet no one believes

No one believes that

I'm just half a human skull.

Author's Note

All of my poetry is original and copyrighted.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

intoxicating poem .. instantly captured .. actually feel strong need to know more ... to understand ... underlying sexuality and innuendo is precise and crystal clear ..yet not... last verse spreads the legs to universal ... ok ... starting to slobber now ... i simply love this poem ... something to come back to again and again .. you are inspiring
E.

[kublakhan27]

If I ever found a way to capture a smidgeon of the heady richness your images carry, I may turn out to be a pretty decent poet. Everything you write carries layers, and almost dares the reader to delve into them. Another mind-blowing work bud, nicely done :)

[A. Amos]

Yet no one believes
No one believes that
I'm just half a human skull.

I admire your beautiful write, above lines were simply amazing my friend good job...