well drill baby drill
the earth’s but a glory hole~
digging our own grave
In the sagas of a self-fashioned icon,
I craft provocative verse,
defying the boundaries of anonymity,
to script my legendary demise.
In this alteration of mindset I find peace
and tranquility along with passionate hums
across my flesh and skin that make me feel
like I am a million shards of eyes
looking into the same glory hole of desire…
I feel like I am everything
and everything is waiting
for me to open the doors
and show the world isn’t perfect
but it is still beautiful.
Treasure trove for intimate set, tourists slide into glory hole.
Warm springs, hopping boulders, the rush of Trafalgar soul.
10/14/2021
After being bitten by a ravishingly hot Alien,
My body’s now host to her aphrodisiac Blood,
This tale is Cautionary to lustrous Vampires,
For indeed will not do your manhood any good,
I’ve become a guy of debauchery and Trickery,
A specialist in female vampish Abduction,
Just one drop of my venom, their Paralysed,
And Halloween is perfect for toxic seduction,
Unaware when I kiss them I’m actually Feasting,
But Diabolical side effects, take a pointed toll,
When finished must get home before sunrise,
Damn coffin lid won’t close, needs a glory hole.
Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
10/21/2020
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
10 word challenge in order
stated below,
No placement N/A
alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed ,Halloween, feasting, diabolical
The deal with trucks (should you not own a truck)
that lollipop horsepowered cylinders -
is really how remarkably well they suck
the rubber tread where the interstate scissors
its cousin, Dixie, born Mississippi,
born as a man and staunch straight-ticket-down
yee-haw! Republican, a down-low-bi-
sexual, wearing Grand Wizard wedding gowns
in pappy’s cabin built on rolling logs,
who each day climbs the thick-cylinder pole
that proudly displays confederate cogs
to the eighteenth turn called a glory hole
where all the king’s horses and all the kings men
absolve all the crackers their cracker-crumbed sin.
12/23/2018
Might you be
That very special girl
I hold so tight
As our love reaches new heights
Our souls dance with delight
Looking for the perfect direction
When our paths crossed
With such loving affection
Do we dare try to compare
How much we love and care
When we turn up the degrees
On this amazing sensuality
When I found myself shifting to patrol
Face to face with your glory-hole
Rather than hold,
When I found myself losing control
Like a red hot injection,
You strive for perfection
Blowing my mind
Hanging on to this rodeo
Cause you stole the show
When you put this cowboy
Into tallyho
Sealing it with a big wet kiss
You're such a loving dish
Going out of your way
Fulfilling my every wish
You are the real deal
Who prides themselves
When you kiss the sky
Riding this rodeo guy
As I foresee
Some of the best whoopee
All for a man like me
Now our spirits set free
With this wonderful love
Wrapped around me
Beautiful music thrills my soul,
sounds that create a glory hole.
Hidden locker's treasure
between decks of life and Sheol.
A place alone where voices troll,
profound place of pleasure.
The celestial succedaneum
is our glory hole in the sky
we insert our hardened psyches
(of course sheathed in
a condom of ignorance, so
as not to be infected
or infested with the ghastly
blandness of verisimilitude)
into it, and
Thrust
while our hardy
imaginations feverishly
imagine
God.
God
was with the squirrel,
made it a golden path
the perfect zig and zag,
a whisper to stop-
a whisper to go-
a shout to sprint-
for the glory hole-
God
was with the squirrel,
but forgot about the coon-
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