porcelain cementary

Ive heard it said

That pen to paper is like an Antenna to God

makes me wander

If my half flaccid half erect PEN-is

more like

An antenna to the soul

Not my soul

But the many souls within the 2 yen and yang bollocks that guide the flesh antenna to the source attracting them

Telling me without words nor sound, where they desire to go and try at their chances to one day be the attractors or that being attracted

Just to wind up in a sock or porcelain cemetery