Extending the fall

At night I wander; pondering
How I can feel the heat of coffee
Hear the growl of the lion next to my head
And still I'd have no idea how close to death
I am because I still can't see to believe.

I've looked upon reality and dismissed it
Because the simple soul reads too much and I
Like to create raw perfection from table scraps and their elemental parts.

I believe building something is far more important than destroying
And yet we die each day-
Because sleep resets the mind-

And here I am quoting the ravings of my own madness:
Only midgets sit atop giants shoulders-
Tomorrow I'll wake with these madnesses gone
and I'll be alone to dream a new universe.

Bane of the modern poet

One day people will know me
They will know too well my name
as they know red means danger
I will have that fame.

Words are a funny thing-
to smith them is the craft to create
As easy as writing what you thought then said?
Poets beautify not satiate.

That's why we're rarely known for our craft
a few followers for the best as they breath
but modern poets need no audience to philosophize- instead
we wait for any reaction to what they've read
and when tragedy or time makes moves to take us-
Well that's when I'll be famous:
After I'm dead.

The futility of depression

Everyone will notice when a hero dies
but would they notice the storm clouds in the florists eyes?
It takes a keen eye to notice despair in chocolatiers
but oh how well the sweetest things lie.

How blissful the life of the dove, beaming as he flies-
before he dies.

a college town

If I had to describe to the naive passerby
what it's like to live in a community of college kids
freshly emancipated from their dorms:
I'd tell them to picture wild dogs fighting for some fetid meat.

They'll nip the legs to acknowledge the others existence
but none really care for him except himself
and herself
for the bitches are worse than the Cur.

I would say, "never have you seen such vicious self indulgence
as the me purifies from he, him or her."

Do not mistake me though these beasts are quick to blame.
"He dumped her for all the wrong reasons..."
"Her outfit's just a shame..."
"Has she no decency? My shorts cover up my slit."
"Bitch..."

Now I know why people make money to gate themselves in-
But if you happen to be passing by-
I just thought I'd tell you about the dogs within.

Let's screw

I want your legs to wrap 'round my back
Your sentient skin to walk and ripple
upon my flesh like the living creek on its bed
I want your ferocity to surround and melt onto me as I melt into you-

To put it in terms that are easy-vulgarity:
Baby, let's screw.