Long Wet dream Poems
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Let’s be honest, I’m not that honest.
Be honest,
Just this once.
Forget all the dilutions of grandeur,
The noise.
Eat it so hard in the teeth that your mouth has a voice.
Unclench your tongue just long enough to choke on your words…
Then swallow your words,
They were never your word.
Just like it was never a case of, “she isn’t the other half of me”. Rational thoughts of that nature that tried to tie emotion to logic were as implausible as the idea that I had any idea in the first place.
It’s a philosophy contingent on empirically knowing that even the most limited of vocabularies can stutter words, reliant on misspelled synonyms that do more justice to a mind clumsy-drunk on love than any perfectionists wet dream of punctuation ever would.
It’s supposed to be messy.
Nights of trying to read the label on prescriptions through empty bottles gave self-induced illiteracy a formal introduction to Benzodiazepines.
See, attempts at dreams of you leave me isolated with feelings of resentment and distain in times of consciousness for nothing more than a lack of sleep.
Insomnia,
A new form of self-deprivation,
A therapy of sorts.
Wearing my “oh so apparent” membership card of bloodshot eyes and shaky hands with pride I’ve developed pipe dreams of time spent with the pillow in a utopia of…you.
I called you Benzo.
The irony is, the only provocation of panic that can get my mind racing fast enough to keep stride with the heart palpitations induced by you saying some other guy’s name is when you say mine.
The type of sickness I only experience when my mind decides to throw out the jury.
Anti-climactic, like her not being home when you knock on the door ready to recite a speech you wrote to explain how words aren’t enough anymore.
Standing there pledging allegiance to silence because the color of words has and always will be too dull to complete our portrait of perfection.
You keep your smiles guarded, with reason. All the more reason that I know I earned every last one, and the last one I got made me realize sometimes you got to burn it to the ground at a moment’s notice.
A flat line to a punch line, silence drowned out the noise…
Explode the galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time
Cheapen a poor mans rich taste in fashion
it’s habit to be a creature of design
When the delicate send out the search party
start by scanning the various roadsides
follow the stench of day old regret
that should lead in right to my location
Where have I landed?
A strangers planet Earth?
A manic depressives getaway?
A lunatics wet dream?
Drain the oceans
bleed the kids on the mountain
the formidable foes of the knife I haven’t sharpened yet
jam packed arenas stocked with fresh meat
I’ll start at the bottom
-The Man-
The man holds the hand of his wife
greeting me with a reverse handshake
Something grainy about his personal life
leaked into his lovers tears
it sure as hell isn't this lady on his arm
Rinse his eyes in a river of lust only to let him see what he's done has scorched the Earth
straying too far from...
Rid you
Burn
The scum secretes
my head can't take much more of this eyesore
total eclipse of his soul has begun
Next up...
-The Harlot-
The girl holding the rose laughing
she’s breeding an uncanny look of impurity
Nothing perverse about what I’m thinking
it’s what she is
Spreading a soil around the town that reeks
a forked road where she walks down the handle
nothing she won’t do
nothing she won’t take or see
Come here and meet me in the middle
there aren’t so many eyes here
I’m sure this won’t be the most popular of assassinations
everyone likes a harlot
Excitement stimulates
Diseases decimate
Make up your minds
-The Vagrant-
Traveling on web feet has begun to hurt his ego
burn his shoes and prick at the calloused soul of a man ravaged by nothing
Pity is lost on skin without purpose
throw a penny at something that begs
spare a nickel for a chosen profession
Demon in disguise if you ask me
Blameless self de-evolution personified in a cardboard box
warming themselves with headlines and bold ink
Cold?
Maybe
Alas, what I do must be done
It's a thirst unquenched by a common liquid and if not
then innocence is lost in a blink of an eye
Explode this galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time
You must not know
how I picture your lips on my bone
and if I'm not thinking at all
he'll burst through the International Concepts
70% pure, im fiend-ing for you
Can't get up from my desk because everyone will think im a Nazi, saluting proudly
the best sex around and I haven't touched you
just this wet dream
I'm trying to beat off
because that honey is the best
I bet the town next to us will know my name
You don't have time to smile when you're biting your lips
When i'm biting your lips
like a canvas brush painting
Varying stroke patterns
o's o's o's o's all over your face
You must don't know how it feels
when it is hard and ready to blow
you just melted all over it
pudding that good got me stalking your whereabouts
intercepting your dreams
and standing on stop of the roof with my jacket on in the middle of summer time
threatening to jump off if I don't get another lick
call the coroner
tastes so good
I just left a skeleton
You must not know
I"m a professional
boxer without the gloves we lost count of all the rounds
What number on you on?
I'm a master
so you could go to up bat all you want
look you are surrounded by the cockpit
wrapped around you like a bow
I bet you didn't know
Im a gift in bed
Write down the month
write down the time
you will never get this high again
sorry I had to go and do this
pounding so hard that it is
breaking your heart
now you writing how much your heart cries
You must not know
put the danger signs up
he is a heart breaker
Just when you thought it was over
the levees broke
and you flooded your panties
Operator: "Do you need FEMA ma'am"
You: "No, just called "T" instead
I'm flooding and I am drowing in my bed
I don't know what he put in me, it seems like
I can't stay dry!
How many girls do you think he hit before me?"
Operator: "You must be the victim of the call we received about a big bang sound; hold on
ma'am we are sending help now!
You: "Hurry, I'm seeing galaxies now, don't come without him"
Form:
"I dream of Candy!"
Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares
A living diabetic's nightmare. -- My heart
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star Crunch
Sweet sugar cookies and peanut butter bars
Taunting whoopers,
Dancing dum dum's,
The sweetest silhouette show - in my room
Dreamy, Creamy Cupcakes in the afternoon
Cinnamon Cheerios cascade on my spoon
Sweeter than my sweet tooth
Now and later - a forever honeymoon
Jigglin' my jelly belly boo berry Butterfinger delight
I'm in love, licking the icy ICEE all night long
Extra freshness, once I crop a top off of a mountain dew pop
My eyes sparkle like diamond dazzle razzles in the sky
I LIVE to fabricate my very own sugar extract R.E.M. Sleep
Savoring the sound of saliva trapped in my mouth
THIS night - ovulated buds - wait to feast!
Enjoying delicious dulce music sleepy symphony
Braggin' and embracin' a pinata pillow escapade
Enchanted by a cotton candy crave - calling my name
Lalaloopsy licorice and lemonade tea
The best-wet dream I've ever seen
Marshmallows of solitude dulcify every fresh fantasy
Enticing in a bright slushy skittles daydream freeze
One fat sunny bowl of cereals and cane
Crackerjack spell --- chocolate chip swirls,
Caramel lumps constipate the brain
Sizing - peanuts and in a popcorn party payday
Wrigley's wild winter Spearmint Breath parade
Give me, give me, some Gummy bear Dessert
---------"Another Fruit Ninja hair DAY!"
Watermelon Taffy stuck on the top of my gums
Swallowing the whiteness in a whistle pop bar
I FELL LIKE A SWEET SUGAR STAR!!!
Glaze of glory erupts deep down my throat 24/7
Bubblicious, mint twist, Sunkist the best Twizzler breakfast
Yummy in my twinkie tummy, drooling over frosted flakes
One more strawberry smoothie 44 oz cup
Counting each and every Pez popping'' up
Goodnight light,
It's time to get lost under the midnight moon pie sky
SELF- Huggin'' and snugglin'' to a new sugar rush high
:-D
That's not my elephant!
The man dressed like a modern day hammlet or Lady Ga Ga screamed
in his best Justin Biber voice once told me one thing.
It was a good time to make my escape.
Spaghetti night wasnt my trip at Shady Pines mental home.
Allthough the vicodin and nyquill casarol was almost as good as grandma's
well minus the wild turkey.
But enough with the foreplay children.
Like a big girl named Ella with a cute personallity at a all you can eat
Buffet.
I was off like lindsy lohan outta rehab well except
without a bad coke habbit.
The drugs,The wreckless abandon but enough about my fellow second graders.
In a borrowed mustang with a matching platinum card i was Vagas
bound.
And remember kids if your gonna commit grand theft auto dont
get busted for stealing hybrid well unless your trying
to be fashion forward or a dirty hippie.
As for the credit card if your gonna sit in grandpa's lap why not
get paid thank you dimentia like he'll remember anyways
that and my granpa's dead hey a girl has her needs.
The trip was destined for madness many hangovers and
much perversion that do to restrictions we can not bring you here
but what was the bill of rights but a big book with a lotta large words
not covred in high times magazine.
The road so strange and tempting like dirty little hamster
in this wheel we call seduction dam Gone With The Wind or
that other romantic wet dream of litriture called Twilight.
Yes this journey would have been epic.
If that acid hadnt kicked in and left me deep in conversation
with a hub cab but dont stop beliving.
For if not for hope or really good drugs, booze and tight skirts
We be just like another third world country
Dam you Alaska.
And so like that pig named porky
Who really needs to watch his feet.
This was your bit of Gonzo
And that's all folks Stay Crazy
Form:
I’ve always known that I experience love differently than others, that I don’t always feel it. It is not something that remains constant. Instead, it comes in waves and surges like high tide; forgetting that it’s there until it crashes into me suspending me weightless head over feet with nothing solid to stand on. I’m suddenly kicking and thrashing, feeling for anything to wrap my fumbling fingers around so I’m not flung out to the merciless sea to fall prey to the dark creatures of the abyss. I am suffocating in this casket with no walls. I hold my breath and shut my eyes as tightly as I can. I let it bounce me around like a pinball. There’s no point in struggling, trying to control the game is a fool’s endeavor. I realize that I must embrace it. I tuck my knees to my chest, letting the current slam me into jagged corners of rock and coral, and tear open my flesh turning its cool blue body into something gruesome, crimson and cloudy. The salt stings every open wound, but then, just as swiftly, washes my blood stained skin leaving it clean and pure. It is all at once invigorating and terrifying. It is a nightmare within a wet dream. I balance on the very edges of mortality and sanity. A million thoughts in my mind and an instant deafening silence. I’m drowning, dying, flying. I am enslaved and emancipated. I yearn for sweet release, but I am strangely pleased in purgatory. A bizarre comfort in torment and despair. Still I search; for the light must be near. I must play in the shallows or retreat to the shadows of the deep. I know the way but not the outcome. I accept my fate and let go, it is time to reach the surface.
Every night before I go to bed
So many thoughts running through my head
Thinking 'bout something neither here or there
Thinking 'bout something 'Neath my underwear
Oh my lord, could it really be
Talkin' 'bout something that has happened to me
Thought it was something peeking through my hole
Thought it was my happy but it was just a mole
Holey-Moley what has happened to me
Oh my lord, could it really be
So many thoughts running through my head
Every night before I go to bed
I tell you people you should have seen my face
When I found my mole in the strangest place
I thought it was my happy tryin' to stay up late
Like a triple-crowned horse bustin' out of the gate
I tell you people you should have seen my look
When I read about moles from a doctor's book
The thing I found didn't look like that
The thing I found kind of wore a hat
Holey-Moley people, you should have seen my smile
When I found it was my happy, all the while
So many thoughts running through my head
Every night 'fore I go to bed
You should have seen my face where I just got hit
I thought it was the nipple of my girlfriends tit
Thought it was something gonna soothe my sole
Till I realized what had hit me, it was my girlfriends mole
Holey-Moley you should have heard me scream
When I woke up messy from my deep wet dream
Girlfriend cut me off from her love box vault
But I swore to my girlfriend that it wasn't my fault
Oh my lord, could this really be
Oh my lord, what has happened to me
So many thoughts running through my head
Every night while I'm lying in bed
NEXT STOP : DUBLIN
Glad to leave the stonefaced Russian labyrinth of passports small
And stamped documents for every footfall
A bureaucrat’s wet dream - checking each other’s bureaucracies
No walking on grass, no stepping over invisible fences,
No original thinking, no whistling indoors please.
Engines start to turn and whistle and whine
Soon be back in old school for a while, unmissed, decadent
Teachers like old Rogers, often boozed-up in class, or that arrogant *
Upstart McCabe, getting high on his minority skills, his sacred Irish language.
( Mustn’t say Irish, say Gaeilge.) Important to an ant or midge.
I have met them at close of day, coming with vivid faces **
Flushed with the triumph of outdated, set-in-stone values
Elation gets them higher than smoky inhalation
Their dreamland is a small island, a Gaeilge nation.
I dream of stepping from frying pan to fire
And life begins to seem a hoax
And tiny ants seem large as folks
Their fragile egos higher float with every puff
Tiny magic dragons never seem to get enough
And from their caves they need a coax
East is east, and west is best - but in the final analysis
Maybe not enough in either one to miss
And the caves are filled with fragile ants
Afraid to be seen with ants in their pants.
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NOTES
*These are of course fictitious names.
**This is the opening line from W. B. Yeats’ poem EASTER 1916.
Yeats is probably one of the 20th century’s finest poets in the English language.
There’s Something About Her
By Jim Campbell
There’s something
About her
She’s so hot
Had to
Take a double look
So what
See that body
So much reminds me
Of ice cream
Close my eyes
I have a wet dream
Sweetest thing
I’ve ever seen
Got to get out
My paint set
Because she’s Venus
I have to
Paint her portrait
I’m no Michael Angelo
But
She gets my heart running
Like Flo Jo
Picturing her beautiful face
Wherever I go
I can see her
When I look
At a rose pedal
She’s my
Good luck charm
My Mojo
How she got
This beauty
Absolutely perplexes
Me
It’s like
Insanity
Or
The law
Of relativity
Because
I don’t understand it
But she’ll understands me
Hopefully
For
I can see
Spending my life
With her easily
She’s an angel
Gold Halo
Wrapped around me
Tears me up inside
In her
I wish I could confide
My feelings
I can no longer hide
If I don’t tell her
I just might die
So I got down
On my knees
Hoping that she
Could see
How much
I was into her
All along praying
She was into me
Lovely
I want to tell you
What can I do
Because I’m
Really into you
This I know you
Never did know
I no longer
Want to be your shadow
Will you love me
And allow
Love to grow
Let me take care of you
And hope that
Our love will never falter
So that some day
We’ll meet at the alter
And as one
say I do
After we promise
To love
Cherish
And honor
All these
Are my dreams
And nothing will deter
My love which is for sure
Because
There’s just
Something about her….
None Man
I am not doing politics anymore
I will support none Man
To betray mine bet
I respect thine noble profession
but why only your possession
only you eat on us spit
The promised deeds lost in greed
Underground systems,same skin
Veil,veil,veil,curtained in lies lies on
Brain game to even masters perfect con
I serve, I work ass,wake,ass
Mean class,poor people
We are never equal
The feeling is never mutual
Mr.Man I human,one to live
Dress,wash bathe and eat
Sleep,under shelter
Mr.man deny me not mine basic
I pity you classic
One pair keeps another man going for years
My feet is meat Mr.man
I am man and my whole clan
I am not doing politics anymore
I will support none Man
And my whole clan
None man
My hands will contribute not to blood spill
I take my off pill and clean my hands
show me your clean hands
That feed children and protect women
Yours the hands that built hospitals and cancer centres
Show me the perfect hands that built our roads
where is it the hand that contained the famine
show me justice that brought the corrupt to book
Show me brother one such a hand
None man
I will support none
No politics no more
No promises no more
No eat loot no more
I will none man
support none politician
Show me my garden
Let me Plant
where is the land
Not mine land
I support none man
The land not mine
The law not mine
Protection is a wet dream
But I am the Kenyan Dream
A young man with many years to dream
Thwart my dreams, with wet dreams
support none man
I will not.