the hunger came on fast

it gripped my core like a boa

i put my hand in my mouth

then forced it down my throat

into my stomach

where i grabbed the fucker by the neck

pulled it out

and threw it on the table

a quivering black hole it was

all the questions they never answered

all the love they never gave

all the eyes they turned away

i smashed it with my fist

a quivering black hole it was

already back in my gut

1/27/2025

in art as in life

whilst my member is hard

i shall not cease meddling in

the avant-garde

or living at the edge of

Decency Boulevard

1/25/2025

The Chernoyl plant, not to be confused with the Chernobyl nuclear plant, manufactured male enhancement supplements. Not garden variety supplements, mind you, but the best creatine, bodybuilding supplements, and mixtures to grow the size of every man's sweet spot.

It's still a mystery what caused the Chernoyl plant to explode one hot summer night when operations had ceased for the day. The impact on the surrounding ecology was immediate, and devastating. Insects, mice, and other varmint had mutated to be the size of adult humans, with corresponding increases in their male sweet spots.

Within days of the disaster, the military created a one-mile exclusion zone around the plant. Only Dr. Klarrion and his nurse, Nancy, were allowed to enter the site. Officially, they were there to research how to mitigate the disaster. The military was also interested in combat uses of the mutant wildlife. And Dr. Klarrion had his own demented vision.

Thus it was on a dark Wednesday afternoon at the end of October, some three months after Dr. Klarrion and Nancy had set up the lab, that a major breakthrough occurred.

Nancy entered the lab with a fresh pot of coffee. Setting it on a plate above the Bunsen burner, she brushed her shrinking breasts against Dr. Klarrion's arm. She also took a moment to appreciate his increasingly large, albeit flaccid, bulge.

Of course they had worn respirators since entering the site, removing them only to eat or drink. But these off times were sufficient: Dr. Klarrion's genitals had nearly doubled in size. And Nancy had become more masculine, growing both muscle and body hair.

Nancy also found herself increasingly attracted to Dr. Klarrion. The doctor was so absorbed in his research that he was oblivious to her advances.

Nancy's eyes were still fixated on Dr. Klarrion's bulge when he suddenly stepped back from the microscope, clapped his hands, and said, "Nancy! The sperm of the praying mantis has successfully penetrated your ovum! Congratulations. You're going to be a mother."

1/24/2025

a ghastly affliction

this always looking back

reliving the past

second guessing what you did

thinking you could have done better

now that your vista's a calm sea

you shouldn't forget

the sea once raged with formidable waves

at a time you could hardly swim

but you pushed through to this shore

no instructor or life vest

keeping you afloat

the waves break gently

on the warm sand now

and this sea will always be there;

why not explore the land

beyond the shoreline—

you've earned it

1/23/2025

the way to beat

the uninspired trap

is to write and post

even if it's crap*

why must you chase

the curse of perfection?

when the worst case is

you'll taste of rejection

so you'll get no likes

from those who read it

well at least you're writing—

and they can all eat shit.

rather be a writer

who some other writers block

than paralyzed in tears

with that dreaded writer's block

*such as this poem

1/21/2025