Why is separate even an option
Does a lifetime carry any weight
No one knows you better than God and me
Never more than friendship, I’m afraid
Please understand and don’t ask again
There is such lovely angst and beauty
When we live within our pretend
Exiting companion fervently states
I love and curse you within a breath
Pretend with some other trusting fool
Dearest Ortho Surgeon
My final hope before leaving the states
Your brethren have shunned
this tortured shell of a woman
I live everyday with evil betrayal
Cursed legs simply don’t look right to me
No matter what or how hard I try
Weights, running, tanning and Pilates!
I’m as dedicated as they come
Cosmetic surgery was an expensive joke!
So, I want you to send them packing
I’ll be the hottest amputee with high end prostheses
Spray-paint a small Van Gogh or Klimt
I’ll get three or four pairs of course
Everyone will love my courage and me
Doc? No, not security! You haven’t heard it all
Psychiatry staff is urgently needed in this particular case
Defiantly standing upon cursed garment grounds
My dear twisted enemy / comrade
No wires, hooks and chaffing lace, please
What do you mean it doesn’t fit me?!
Tug, stuff, lean forward and stuff again
Just to live in an age and size lie
Curses to all bras, corsets and boob-slings
Breasts now look tortured by rope
Oh, that sexy black satin number looks hot!
No is what I’m feeling
at this particular time
My No is mentally boisterous
and mockingly silent
No! My sound is mine!
No. I won’t look at you
Even with your torrent of tears
No, I don’t hate you
Hate makes you a moment’s yes
You’re just a No, not more or less
Suicide? That would be your ‘No’
No sound from nobody behind
As I ride the Yes Highway into a Yes Sky
Frenzy was the mode of ending lives
That explains the monster’s capture
Posing so coquettishly for all media outlets
Loving the sounds of interest hate and sorrow
Final judgment is so fittingly humane … perhaps
No more love for the blood drainer
No more hatred because justice is done
No outside voice, touch, or even look
Even birds are forbidden from the mocking window
Talk to yourself, the blistering sun, the ominous moon
The wall-crawling ants may befriend you
Enjoy the torturous pounding silence of Life plus 20 years
I know that I loath audible boredom
Ears bleed from caustic speech
I know I am done working on nothing
Righteous fingers atrophy in protest
I know that I am currently lost
No sun or moon to direct nomadic feet
I know I’ll survive, move and be useful
I’ve been to that most suitable country
I’m bitterly tired of exquisite folk
So much polluted air with hollow soliloquies
Bless me with a morally marred creature
Who relishes in sharing awful exploits
Apologize for past wrongs, mannequin and rat
Pastel-colored, phony smile succinctly obliges
Coarse-souled hooligan refuses, of course
No damn sorry! I don’t smile when I do wrong
I know who I am. More honest than pretty one!
What do you want, he flippantly uttered
Much! And you are inept to deliver
I Want earth shattering Death
Death to Hate, Bigotry and Prejudice
Death to Selfishness and Greed
Death to Fear Jealousy and Loathing
Death to cursed Global Apathy
Death to Ignorance and Gluttony
Death to the Death-Making machines
Death to the mentality of Us versus Them
Life To A Kind Way To Live
World, go crazy for all I care
I am through making excuses for you
Joy! Discovery! A cool dark space
Inhabited solely by subtle breezes
Just Me and breath in awkwardness
Insanely quiet ! Too alien for noisemaker me!
I leave to breathe at a manic pace
Far too brutish to contemplate
Anything as significant as myself in the World
I want you to really, honestly know
How special last night was to me
You took me to unimaginable places
I’ve never been there before
Sadly, I have to tell you beautiful
I won’t be calling you my one and only
I’m not the kind of guy to settle down
“Oh, shut up, Senator” she said
“You’re married, gay and a boring, lazy lay”.
“And my Wyoming member is longer than your leg!”
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