Seen Through Portal
I was taken aback...
Seen through a crack
Whatever the word
my dearest Darling of the Ethers,
curling casually like a cat
upon a post...
Drink from the diamond rig,
and lend a hiccup to your throat
that brings the mildest milquetoast
a premature ejaculate...
He’s in need, and so are severed
dandelion heads, that are discovered
In great abundance ’round your nimble toes,
And scattered haphazardly at the foot
of the throne of some undeserving
child king who’s tantrum’s never ceased...
Staring with longing into this crease
I felt a tickle of a sneeze come on...
Should I assume the worst,
or let it run its inevitable course?...
A trickling stream is heard beyond my
periphery, and all the diving birds
crash and burn like suicide bombers,
opening and closing wings frantically like the
hungry tongues of fiery book pages snapping
at my throat in a state of seizure
like crocs posing at the Florida beach
begging to be photographed for a laugh
by a cheeky male tourist
in tight bermuda shorts
that show his protuberance and tells a tale
Of testicle strangulation...
It’s all perfectly arranged
beforehand for the cameras.