Which envies which.

Does the train envy every city it passes,

it's height, it's size, it's stability.

Does the train wish to stop,

does it want to settle down,

does it ever look to the sky,

and wishes to reach it.

Does the city envy every train that passes it,

it's speed, it's path, it's freedom.

Does the city wish to move,

does it want to travel the world,

does it every look at the horizont,

and wishes to reach it.

She stares at me with that Botox grin

Shallow blue eyes and lashes of sin

Porn queen plastic with wipe clean skin

I pull up at her house, she invites me in

Her sky blue skirt needs little imagination

Pastel pink top reveals an infatuation

Porno pink heels that glide as she walks

And a delicate voice of erotism as she talks

She’s a peek-a-boo tease on a plastic chair

With an all-over-tan and peroxide blonde hair

Her figure-hugging clothes ignite my desire

While pristine plastic fingers set me on fire

She seduces me with a grin so inviting and kind

Wriggling her perfect plastic, pert behind

Playful and erotic I begin to lose my mind

As pink glossy lips marry with mine

She straddles my lap and gyrates to tease

Provoking a show to put me on my knees

She peels off her blouse and adjusts her breasts

Drops her skirt and insists that I go next

She stands before me with soft seductive eyes

Her long perfect legs with suspenders up to her thighs

She pouts, kisses and pauses on an ‘O’

She trails my waist I wonder how far she will go

Plastic hands undressing me, plastic lips ready to devour me

Am I in a dream or have I fallen into insanity?

As I trace my fingers on prosthetic plastic skin

Peeling off her bra I try to place myself within

And while she implores me to play her wicked game

I pull lace from her thighs to see the horror of our shame

Barbie has no pink, moist, inviting working bits

She’s so turned on but lacking her shiny designer lips

Dedicated to Barbie who was 63 this month, I still would like ;)

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.

I am the question thesis broken into 16 years of dialect

Too thick for physical form

Too heavy to lift the cover

But the necessity of purpose keeps me analyzing the threads in every word

Because without a feeling I can't find

The question I can never answer

I am nothing but vacuumed breaths

Yet the cruelty in my reality leaves me with hope

The possibility that an answer exists

Either with a girl, or aging experiences

I will never be left empty

Crumbling the pointless pages of my truth

Set oven for highest heat. Cooking time may vary.

3 tantalizing leg crosses

3 dress hikes showing thigh tops

2 tosses of shiny hair

1 moist lick of lips

Stir and move closer.

Add:

1 hand on knee

1 nuzzle of pink ears

Unbutton top 2 buttons of blouse

Lean forward twice and shake so breasts are exposed

Allow arousal to marinate for 30 minutes

Remove from heated lounge

Undulate hips slowly toward vehicle

Extend 1 long leg at a time as you remove yourself from car.

Walk seductively up stairs

Place sensual concoction on bed

Add liberal amount of moisture and passion

Stir, boil, savor and repeat

Recipe make 1 large portion for the hungry male appetite.

You have a smile like suicide

An apocalyptic aftermath mood

I follow you around like a blue ghost

Some people stick to my soul

Like molasses mixed with honey

Mainline my blood with hope

I know this will be the death of me

But what a fucking death it will be

What makes a human being?

The responses varies from cultural, scientifically, religiously, and philosophically aspects.

However, one cannot overlook the importance of the social development a person must have in order to function necessarily within the community he/she is inhabiting in.

I say this because these are the ones that are bullied constantly for being different and not "normal".

These are the ones that parents cry, day and night, struggling to understand their own children's frustrations trying to fit within their environment whether that is in the academics, physical, emotional, or spiritual world.

Do you see how difficult it is to fit a puzzle piece to a pair that doesn't quite match its protruding sides? How do you force a rubik's cube to fit in a puzzle board?

I say all this because there is a stigma whether you want to turn a blind eye to it or not does not diminish the reality that exists out there.

This stigma that stains the mind to think repulsive almost repugnant to even associate with someone who is "different" no matter what separates them from the "normal" ones.

The ones that may seem a bit difficult to speak to because of the temperament of that individual has a short fuse that lights up inexplicably and for no simple reasons.

Do you realize the complexities that the individual must be facing within themselves?

The questions they find difficult to answer yet alone to ask audibly to someone they can confide in?

The reality is that we can all learn how to be less of an iGeneration and go back to the roots; to become a community that has each other's wellbeing in mind rather than a world of an egocentric view that only pays attention after its fill of vain approval from others.

Hanging upside down

I looked above to Hell

and it called out to me.

So I jumped down to play

with the shadows,

they chased me onto a bridge

where I became their mirror ...

Tears filled my body,

mind and soul,

silence erupted ...

and I jumped from the ledge

hoping to shatter

the image that plagued me...

Here at the bottom of the sky

my pain no longer lingers on repeat

chasing things I can not see ... ...