They kill, children
A hum of silence met me
Dead babies everywhere like dolls on the filthy carpet
a lone soldier guarded the ghastly scene
looked stunned and dazed, said we had to do this
they are the enemy of tomorrow
a man in a protective suit and mask came in
spraying white snow like powder, covering the horror
body fluid ran out of me and covered the floor
an ice rink of sin
I was drowning, but how to swim in this torrent
of sweat coming out of every poor
The soldier who had shot the children shot himself
the man in his protective suit said he was weak, not
the type of soldiers we need
The dead children, they would have become Hamas
of the future
Lethargy and helplessness
My inaction had condemned me for all time
the morning sun refused to shine over this devastation
Forever, we have to struggle in a fog of depravity
Bury me not to rot deep in the bowels of earth,
all alone in the cold, silent, dank wetness of dirt.
For the very first day I awoke before birth
I was floating in the warm sea of the womb, so alert
to my mother's warm body fluid, soothing and supporting.
Bobbing and rocking, caressed by her comforting
touching of me, and her soft muffled words and lullabies,
I was carried in her womb until my birth's surprise and cries.
At my demise, burn my body, scatter my ashes far out to sea
so they can bob and rock, floating in sheer delight and glee
at being back in a womb, back in the sea, where I want to be.
The doctor of reputation agreed to consultation and a physical exam.
He began by saying while I was weighing, “I see you like your ham!”
He checked my reflexes and my solar plexus, everything from bottom to top.
While pulling my ears, and all my running gears, I thought he’d never stop.
He probed for hemorrhoids and body fluid voids as I was busy looking south.
While attending these essentials, I questioned his credentials, when next he checked my mouth!
Looking for a flaw, he said, “Say Ah!” while my mouth was agape.
With his big thumbs, he gouged at my gums. I had no escape.
A fearful moment caught us when my epiglottis gave a waving flip.
When he stopped to linger, I bit down on his finger till he lost his grip.
Regaining his composure, he felt it time for closure as my mouth snapped shut.
Then he explained, telling me straight and plain, while gazing at my gut,
“Son, your longevity is threatened by obesity—we’d better have a chat.”
I said with chagrin, “It’s a good thing I came in. I thought I was just too fat.”
Swifter than dawn to dusk
He runs, his body fluid with the transition of night.
His silver fur glistening in the pale moonlight.
Whining he paws the ground
Searching for the familiar smell.
She stands hidden in the dense foliage.
Her eyes tucked behind a camera lens.
Waiting for the perfect pose
To catch the essence of the wild.
Capturing the king of the forest
Silent and still he freezes
The wind ruffling his fur
He feels the eyes of someone watching
Instinct tells him to run
The call of the wild tells him to stay
Careful to not make a sound
She moves a step forward.
A branch breaks and she stills.
Instinct tells her to stay still
The call of the wild tells her to walk forward
He sees her reveal herself toward the forest
Vulnerable and afraid
Growling a sense of warning
He tenses and crouches low
He feels another set of eyes on him
Frozen she feels the forest quiet
Behind her wolf, the pack joins his beauty
Surrounding him they stare
Her wolf tilts his head back and croons
She captures the call of the wild.
10/24/2015
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Let it flow
Body fluid, sweat or happy
tears, let it flow. Let it flow
as my ******** holds you in
place and the joy of my grace
flourish upon your face.
let it flow as I tickle your
needs and irritate the sensual
senses to make you leak
from deep beneath. I'm just
here to tempt you through
my write and can we really
share tonight?
Let it flow as you read me
and through the heart of my
words you feel the intimacy
I write as my earthquake
shake and rock you right to
your bones, baby I'm here,
you won't be alone.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012