This Proves My State Hospital Voyage

I think color coordination went out of style the day man met the rainbow, because free will reigns.
I think color coordination went out of style the day man met the rainbow, because free will reigns.

 

This is a Stick-up Asshole

I want your groin.  I planned to cast a light

on your balls to insult them. Not hard.

Your groin longed to relocate with honors

into my brain.  I guarantee that your groin’s

esteem carved a lovely/sickly sculpture

inside my cerebellum with slow undulations.

Thoughts bang upon my skull with the loudness

of a hailstorm on an old rusted tin roof.

I hunched my bovine body into a crouch—

in order to protect me from the dickhead

who assaulted me with his desire for an

“out of his skin blow job,” I crammed a virus

into his tiny brain to infect it with shame.

Our bodies collided with a single, spiritual,

oral-gasmic tube of ludeness within the universe—

another piss poor [Not Warhol’s piss on] creature

who begged to live in your groin, or my brain, because

after all—During an epidemic of extremists

in this world, heaven and/or hell reigned as the

number one vacation spot to visit in the universe.

I will go all Byzantine on somebodies ass. lol.
I will go all Byzantine on some bodies ass. lol.

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