Herky
Jerky
Honky
Tonky
Hari
Kari
Holy
Moly
Husky
Muskie
Hello
Jello
Heinous
Anus
Harmless
Armless
Heeby
Jeebie
He-Man
She-Man
Hoky
Poky
Her eyes are laden with drunken sleep,
Silhouetted by lank, tired hair flimsier
Than the spine of an elderly, broken night.
Tattered, it buries the horrors of night;
Braided, it creases the rows of black corn,
Sweeping swiftly south and downwards;
Ponytail ties the umbilical linking life
And skyline light.
Lissome, she traipses with no lamp,
Even when darkness confidently pitches its nightingale’s romance
To district judges seated on the kerb of the apothecary’s creed . . .
With her the night loses its potency,
Its sacredness,
Expelling flies that die out on their own willpower,
Like winged dinosaurs,
Through the age of decomposing summer.
It's all been analysed before?
The oneiric spell cast upon slow, difficult nights
When the breath smells like the anus of hell.
By the way, I drivel.
Not saliva.
Oh, no!
I drivel on about hissing nights that ought to be lonesome,
Stretched out, dark, and without rays borrowed
Earlier from a twerking twilight.
Restless nights, worn like silky cloaks, diaphanous,
Seeing through the naked veins of her sweet eyes.
Confession are like an anus
Everyone has one
But mine i let die
Confession are like an anus
Everyone has one
But mine i let die
The married want
a divorce.
There's a cowboy who
can't ride a horse.
The lonely want
to be loved.
The guilty don’t want
to be judged.
The kids want
to grow-up.
The big dogs wish
they were a pup.
Grown-ups want
to be young.
Someone is holding
a smoking gun.
The common people
want to be famous?
A lot of people talk
from the anus.
The famous people
want some privacy.
The dope fiend
wants sobriety.
The gypsy longs
for a home.
The sinner seeks
to atone.
The rich want
more wealth.
The sick want
their health.
The restless long
for sleep.
The filthy rich want
it for cheap.
Make it work with
all you possess.
Be happy and live
Without stress.
Turbo1904?
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Mr Narrow Neck
Mr Narrow Neck inherited from
his ancestors a
bleeding
anus.
Muscle-shirt man took his cell phone for a walk.
His mutt was just a four-legged afterthought.
Sniffing out voles and angels from the wildflower troughs...
Muscle shirt man jerked him by the neck over and over again.
I was trapped by Muscle shirt man's loud cell phone drone.
And the mutt's giant wiggly bulldog anus.
I slowed down to gain them distance.
They soon disappeared beneath April's green Avalanche.
Shriek permeates bones break
Zigzwang with miasma tang
No one is saying anything
I’m going insane
Crossroads to make a deal
Instead his scalp I peel
Elitist swine high on the mantle
Pleas to stop as I disassemble
Cry wolf flock the sheep
Alabaster hooves on concrete
How do you even sleep?
On a conveyor belt don’t you see
Your packages of maggot meat
You hesitate then bite down and eat
Cannibalistically sickening
Pinky up with red whine to drink
It's important to me
Not important to you
What does everyone do
Another ventriloquist
Another jejune seepage
Another fist up anus
Another one to work your lips
Grrraaaaaaaaahhhhh
Slaves and marionettes
Stand up your the circus
Clowns in cars trying to fit
Rushing to drop knee, oscillate and submit
You don’t know what darkness truly is
Grotesque being where I sit
Trying to circumvent eager dummies kismet
By all means let me know
What your master says dear little puppets
In the comments, middle fingers both flip
Hack and spit
Janus god symbolizing beginnings and endings, grants wishes one may regret
A full Wolf Moon peaks illumination the 25th, rising from the horizon at sunset
New Year’s Day is celebrated, Burn’s Night, 6th is Epiphany—Magi and ministry
Up above Earth reaches perihelion, we’ll be 91,404,095 miles away from the Sun
Ancient Celtic tradition, ends the 12-day solstice, on the 15th MLK Day observed
Resolutions we won’t keep, and those we can, lest reveal emotions once reserved
Ye on Distaffs Day: From the plough soon free your team, partly work partly play
I’m always bolted to a floor
Often I live in a tiny room
And when I hear the door lock
I pray they’ll spray some air perfume!
I doubt you ever would believe
The anus stories I could tell
About fetid foul flatulence
And its lingering dreadful smell!
When people get up off me
Sometimes they forget to flush
And I hate it when rude occupants
Leave the contents from their tush!
Some men never even lift the seat
Splashing me with yellow drips
I gurgle if their todger’s caught
When they’re pulling up their zips!
You can think that I’m just a toilet
But on me you can always depend
Some die whilst sitting on my throne
‘Cest La Vie,’ I’ll miss you friend!
Pity the fool who lives by numbers
He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers
Imagines triangles equal or obtuse
Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse.
He dreams of trig and long division
Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism
Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify
He counts his orgasms by using pi.
Correlation coefficients make him smile
Exercises measured by the metric mile
A career built on a quadratic path
An idiotic devotion to anus numbing math.
I
Yes, not profane but science
Confirms black Holes through gravity
And white holes, even for seconds,
In this vast universe, births and deaths
II
If black Holes gobble, white holes
Burp, and allow matter quick exits
For the universe is like us
In having a mouth and an "anus" -
Yet to be fully tested, gadgets permitting
Of course. Yet to write: universe as a canvas
But also a net into which rocks, debris fall
Do they require to be digested?
Believe it or not these are actual
town names in the U.S.A. and Canada
BOOGER HOLE West Virginia
CROTCH LAKE Ontario
KNOCK EM STIFF Ohio
INTERCOURSE Pennsylvania
PEE PEE CREEK Ohio
SCRATCH ANKLE Alabama
CRAPAUD Prince Edward Island
TWO EGGS Florida
WHY NOT North Carolina
STINKY POO Alabama
SNAFU Alaska
ANUS Indiana
DDILDO Newfoundland
He fed some chicken down his throat
and plugged his airpipe tight
Then vomited for 6 damn days
to fill his mouth with fright
And came along to think he'd die
till doctors poked his chicken
When all the chicken fell right down
an anus for the licken
Janus, god of doors and gates, your inspiration,
Ahead and back you look with anticipation.
New beginnings, starting over is your renown,
Umber shades and white your dress and crown.
Arrayed in frigid ice and drifting snow,
Regally you purse your lips and kisses blow,
Yielding reddened cheeks and noses from chilly flow.
1/20/22
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