Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lester Curtis]

Boris--? I call him 'Bore us''. Look carefully and you'll notice that all of his action figures look just like plastic dolls, in that they're always in static poses. Both feet on the ground, in poses that a live model could hold still in for 15 or 20 minutes to get a rough sketch from. Nobody at risk of falling over.

You want the real thing: Frank Frazetta. He did a shit-ton of covers and interior B&W line drawings for the Ace paperback editions of all of Edgar Rice Burroughs' Tarzan and Mars books, among others, back in the 60s. Everybody is in dynamic motion, off-balance, often in mid-air.

He also did quite a bit of the "Li'l Abner" cartoons, if you recall those. Playboy Magazine liked his work; lots of titty-women.

Check it out.

[Lipinski]

Ha! I can see your point but for some reason, I really like his and his partners style. Of course Frank is also fantastic, as are sooooo many artists.

You bring up another good word, titty. Just hearing that word spoken out loud makes the sound seem like part of a song. Definitely makes me happy, especially small titties. Watched a show that deals with botched surgeries, most dealing with boobs... and WOW! Some craaaaazy women out there ruining themselves with beach ball boomers.

As usual, another inspirational day. First, titties. Second, saw the ad the little boy did for the hardware shop his family owns. Only cost $150 to make. And finally, a poem bouncing around in my head like those boobies of women playing beach volleyball, covered in oil, hitting the sand diving for the ball.
***

listened to a man for a few minutes
he spoke of wanting Viagra so to greet his wife in a few weeks

listened to a woman speak of tomorrow
selling chocolate and lamps

listened to a veteran lament about the VA doctor telling him to stop smoking and drinking
yesterday and to the day he ceases to live

listened to a recovering broken ribbed lady question the price of doors, windows; looking forward to live...

...

listened a lot today of today, tomorrow, and yesterday
it was good though got better
for only what is called a second
for me was and always is...
in a blink of an eye the spider stopped and spoke
then me
talk of burnt toast, tea, and time
this my friends is an example of
eternity.

[Lipinski]

In darkness the quilted fabric of night covers and muffles the slumbering sounds

People of day sleep while people of night keep the light alive

During sunlight the sounds are common, loud; speaking of plants climbing or ice melting or announcing a world is alive

/././
l
l
\\\/\
)
(
)
.

Have you ever wondered what creatures of the spirit sound?

At night when everything is 'quiet'

A movie rendition brings fear and growl

A book is silent but yells for the mind

Have you actually ever tried to listen to other[worldly ly ly ly vibrations or sensations or if you must,
sounds?'

Not bad actually, rather pleasant, filling mind and soul
though
sometimes it just enjoins with sleep
providing an excellent
snore...

[Lipinski]

ambiguous cloak
one side tattered and torn
the other, smooth as silk; simmering glaze of opulent

banana taped to a wall
symbolic of phallic to gaze
trapped by seduction of haze
eaten by fools and paid

merry-go-round with monkeys dressed as for a Shakespearean play
while ants scurry by lost in work and drone
is it really all worth the price of admission?

best to gamble on the climb to the pinnacle
without a net
relying on what gives
inside.

[Lipinski]

Heard there is a show on television regarding hoarders. Laughed when hearing about it, and then got to thinking. I have so much shit in storage it is not even funny. Actually forgetting about 90% of what's in 'there' but do know I have over 40,000 comic books...

Comic books. Inspirational. 40,000. A lot of inspiration.

(but wait, there's more!)

"Go screw yourself AND your comic books..."

No parasite. Gonna keep going. Anyway, got inspired by comic books and then remembered Torbertsons.

Torbertsons was a small family store before the days of big box (aside from J.C. Penney, Sears, and Montgomery Wards) They sold goldfish to nails, yarn to crosscut saws. AND, they sold used comic books. Each was .10 or trade two for one. I sure loved that store.

"Ya think? 40,000 comic books? Thought you were a nerd but now think you're a geek."

Geek: biting the head off of chickens. Nope, more a nerd while you are...

"A geek? Biting heads off of chickens? (pondering a bit the parasite finally smiled and said) Damn! Why didn't I ever think of that. Yum! See ya nerd."

See ya geek.
***

In Store

Tobacco leaf hanging from the dowel of oak
Gumballs and licorice to entice the level of six
Aisle of wooden floors giving comfort to merchandise buried from low to high
A bell above the door to announce

Holiday affairs to show Santa Claus or Pilgrims and turkey
Festive with a boom
selling fireworks to delight the night

Children with mothers learning the early art of bargaining
Young men looking for color pictured fantasy
Girls adorning dolls with cloths
Men in hardware hardly looking as they already know their heart
Of course candy for all

Checking out with everything, a paper sack with something
Even now, so many years apart
Replaced with Walmart, Costco, Winco, Best Buy, Cabellas...
but the memories will always be there of the small places
the small important pieces
of American business heart.

[Lester Curtis]

I remember the old hardware stores; they had everything, including guns and ammunition, and poisonous chemicals that you'd need a federal permit to even ask for today. Dad had a box of cyanide powder he'd use to kill wasp nests with--he had a coffee can nailed to a long stick, dumped some of the stuff in there and reached out with the stick to upend it over the nest. Dead wasps as you watched.

Ah, the good old days ...

[Lipinski]

Yep, and one could buy Dupont Spinners (Sticks of dynamite used to throw into water and 'fish')

Inspiring this topic called Time.

There actually was a lot of inspiration today. So much to choose from. Example: Fresh cow patties on the road today while cattle were being moved. Came up with a new word as the tires drove on them 'sqwooshed'

There was a lot more inspiring views and thoughts but seeing the giant grandfather clock in the local Wells Fargo band clocking in at over 200 years old, time wins for today.
***
Time

Swinging from this moment to the other, the pendulum swings
Clocks in hand moving in endless circles no matter if back or forth

Crafted with precision from wood and string
to atoms vibrating

So many about where they came from, are, and will go
Birth
Death

Journey together as a participant
of past
present
future
Time.

And now, to draw upon
Pictures
Of
.
.
.

[Lipinski]

Winter At Home

rain
mud, mud, mud...

a little more rain
mud, mud, mud, mud, mud...

some sun
mud, mud...

more sun
mud...

rain
mud, mud, mud...

outlook for the next few weeks
more fucking mud!

(fuck mud~!~)

[Lester Curtis]

Reminds me of a little story I heard some guy tell. He said he and a couple buddies went off on a camping trip. Young guys, with beer. One of them got to complaining about how horny he was, and then proceeded to grab a stick and dig a hole in the dirt with it. Poured the hole full of beer, pantsed himself, and got down on the ground and fucked himself off in the mudhole he'd made.

Fuck mud. Yep.

[Lipinski]

Ha! Yes indeed... Mud Fuckers!

In this era of lunacy that could be considered a new gender. Maybe mud fuckers can get legal protection and rights and more power to em. Same for those fucking trees, cows, skulls, and this reminds of the saying, "if it has been thought of, it has been tried."

You've inspired me on what is possible and real and what is not.

The following quote is one from an article today. "“There’s just no freedom in the laws of physics that we have,” said Daniel Baumann, a theoretical physicist at the University of Amsterdam.
***

Freedom From Ignorance

Read it on the world wide web, so maybe it's true?
1=1+1 or 1+1+0=2?
Impeach Trump, he is wrong...

Humans bundled together to cuddle in bliss
ignorant thoughts so dearly embraced
standing on their pulpit and spouting 'truth'
even Time magazine with their yearly cover pic...

It is
not
sad
or wrong
to be
ignorant
as that is what humans do best...

But lets 'cut to the chase'
To those of mind with 'intellect'
Those such as worthy PhD doctorates in so many topics and range...

To you Daniel Baumann, look inside tonight as you dream
and then tell me, face-to-face
Tell me that there is no freedom in the laws of physics
of course you might also just choose...
to scream.

[Lipinski]

painted travels to reveal the timing
past push pulling
as solid sand

there upon the memories, images stand]
proud
tall
grand
'

yet
aloof as they level layers forward
past push pulling
where minds forget what they held, they saw, they knew

dusted prophecy
hail ash
as today to ride the wind.

[Lipinski]

The future... The future so many desire and wish to 'know' while so many do all they can to avoid.

England had an election where they overwhelmingly embraced conservative while rejecting socialism. Here in fuck-fuck land, a part of the branch of the guvermash wants to impeach with demands.

The future... Assassination of... character? Of body? Oh, so many 'demand'. Can people handle knowing the future? Hardly... they can't even handle the moment or the past.

What will be the future of writing? Will the educational institutions dictate and demand? Will writers be held to a standard of social mind think? The answer is yes and no.

Powers and the desire for power will ALWAYS try to control others. They succeed briefly before a new power succeeds briefly before a new power succeeds briefly before...

i laugh at those trying to influence what is and what will be written. i will never ever bow down to the powers of influence as to do that i would be nothing more than a sheep.

For me and writing, first and foremost, poetry will ALWAYS be the truest form of writing from the heart and mind. The closest thing to truth that is. As for the rest of writing, there should be absolutely NO censure or editing or control by anyone or anything other than the author writing whatever it is writers write.

As such, it is with a hearty 'fucking-A skippy doo da day' that i will never surrender to power of control over others and others, especially those powers trying control me.
^^^
***
...

Power of Words

Amen to Zulu
Fudge or Fuck
Shit or Shineola

Feeling blue? Write a song
Feeling hungry? Write about a fully loaded pizza
Feeling feelings? Smile and run with them in a poem or write about fuck you or love you

Physical translates to actions written or vocal or physical moves
Depression can take control or euphoria
Time can create and kill
Words can hurt or encourage, even some can break bones or mend them

Never, ever, let those who think they have power control you or your mind
as not even you can control them
and if so inclined, piss into the wind, paint your hair neon, jump off a cliff, help a raccoon in distress, wear a dress or jeans, write a poem about masturbation, hell, write a detailed technical accounting of alien farting...

Writing is actually the only real freedom on this shit-hold hole held planet of pain
Thank God
Kick Satan in the nuts (only if Satan had them...worthless piece of sexless crap)

And there you have it this Friday the 13th. No pizza today, no masturbation, no control, and free to write shit as shit sees it.

"Wow numbnuts! I love your expression today!"

And I hate that you're trying to wear a purple thong parasite. You don't have a pussy or a dick and your attempt is truly revolting.

"Glad you noticed. Maybe a manicure and hair extensions are out of the question then?"

Definitely. I suggest you stick to harassing dolphins.

"That I can do!"

And now, time for some raw, juicy, succulent, tasty...
food.

[Lipinski]

inside a peanut, the shell is warm
held inside a pocket of dreams
a boy

held outside as a dog is in pain
for him, and age
with a worm and hook eternal bound
the path along the creek

so many holes dug for seeded bones
bearing roots of growth and ring

this the seasons tithe
ripen and rot
leaving a peanut shell open
yet not forgotten
a man.

[Lipinski]

The breath from his mouth released living tendrils of spiraling steam; nostrils keeping time with the cycles of the Sun. His was the realm of deep darkness so far below the surface of reality. The realm only known to Dragon's and the denizens of dimensions mingling with dreams.

Much has been told in stories about those creatures so elusive and hidden. From times forgotten, parents of frail creatures passed on what little they knew about the other worlds of magic and forces far beyond control of mortal disease. This is how it always has been as human after human passed on to their children the history of fantasy and imagination as none had ever personally seen.

Story after story dealing with gold, fire, gleam, intelligence, power, strength... based on nothing more than what people wanted to say and what children wanted to believe.

In mornings dew the spider webs covering the meadow near the forest edge, glistened and glowed as the sunlight refracted and bounced to the viewing eye leaving the rest of the body ignorant of what was around... above, and below their feet.

Maidens pranced barefoot through moss softened path, thinking fancy thoughts of love and change while young men thought the same while attending to the world of survival. It was a living scene of what is and what will be.

Dragons care very little for the affairs of the mortal world or those who live there. They do however become occasionally curious as to the comedy of mankind. They definitely shun other dragons as they are a proud species. Rarely do they seek the counsel or comfort of other dragons as that is, just their way.

Immortal. Strong. Intelligent. They spend much time sleeping and dreaming. But when called by the only Force in eternity, the only Power that can control... they answer in unison and join together.

War is a powerful word. One designed to show the face of horror and death. Mortals know full well the power of death and decay\,/ for dragons though, it is much different.

Two brothers to fight. Both dragons so old only their Creator knew of from where they came from and their 'age'.

A war is coming. A war so powerful it will impact many galaxies. Leveling light and dreams. Taking the very life and shaking Life to the brim and grim.

Even now, the ancient being is forging armor and weapon while his brother does the same. Soon the very ground will shake as the stars fall from grace and sight. And when the battle begins, pity the helpless, the children, the worlds filled so with so much...

Even now, view the sky as the clouds do indeed gossip and speak of what's coming. Soon, a world to die.

[Lipinski]

Tjis morgan lit... ponderimg gift...tnjs this
(reformat)

(clock spinning backwards while flashing forward in a blurring speed)

(level of grinding rock thrusting upward in a groan)

(orgasm of chill...)

(a moan followed by a bark)

Owwhoo!
***

Gifted sensations in grasp to spin the Comets tail
Reining in frozen vibrations released by molten heat
thus the talons flich, flick, and flame

A laugh then if one will will it
hearty and full
bellowing with the realization
this chill

In night to ride the Wolves back
their pack filled with the hunt of exhaustion
rabbits scurry under Owls gaze and fixation

Deer tread lightly as the Lion becomes sated
Pot in the windows boil from chance and moor
Little feet dance in Heaven at coming joy

Tjis morgan lit... ponderimg gift...tnjs this

[Lipinski]

when levitating above the basic ground, it becomes a mess

Words of wisdom passed down verbally through the ages until written until encyclopedia until the world wide web

pantomime and puppets, play actors and fun, soon broadway and tv and the world wide web

people walked and than rode a beast followed by trains of steam, and car, and plane

music of self and group replaced with opera and band until pandora and technology replace

movies on television became cable became network and pay channels; Netflix but one example of ability to view whatever one pleases; choice of so much put together and then, they levitated in ability to make their own, tv.

gay Jesus, wearing the cloak of comedy. so highly elevated it seems. so harmless it seems. but such the folly of high-flying mankind today and that's okay.

as what goes up from this world always falls back into its place leaving those knowing better to continue to soar and fly so high where there is finally peace.

[Lipinski]

Flippin' through the banana peels
Snippin through the candy wrappers
Lickin the spoon of vanilla

Sunnin with the plow down
Thumpin to the tunes
Writing down some words while thinkin...it was a good day to smile.

[Lipinski]

Glancing without thought, a delivery of
materials
Needed substance to home shelter so common in this
world

Taken away and in place, such another
world
So different, so far apart from the homes of this
world

There, old, very old friends and scene
a home of so vastly different substance
so very alien to this
world

Such as as is, to flood the thoughts again, the pictures, the sounds
not of this
world

And so it is, to return once again, as needed
working with substances of home shelter
on a planet called
Earth.

[Lipinski]

Winds billowing blunder
Puffing out with bulge
With accompany and tease

Robert tried to staple
Exercise in futility
With a wink

Blinking tired but good after a hard days work
Chased the breeze and twisted and tweaked
Listening to the Winds laughter with a smile followed soon
by sleep.

1.2.3.

[Lipinski]

(((a white Ford pickup. first, without a bed, and then modified. on the farm, a large barn. to help rewire with such tiny wires, all went well except for one wire...)))

***

Naked and bare as there is
nothing
to
hide

standing tall upon the highest of the highest unknown Mountain
there
it is
so real...

shedding the body as if wet clay
grabbing the Sun in play and serious
minded...
watching the dissolve with rays of purest Ice and Flame... .. .

howling engorged with Life
and then
laughing!

laughing so with so much
entwined
coupled
free

the Wind indeed
is a friend
for me.

[Lipinski]

watching the ravens in wing; tips of feathers caught in vibration
dipping
swooping
rising in climb
and then drop as a whim...

in day, they master the folly
at night
they gather to release
and
capture...
...dreams...

[Lipinski]

Mirror

Written by: A Reflection

Silicate particles for so long lay scattered until one day the air decided to shift, drawing random together. With a chance harvest, the sands of time became... the mirror.

Polished, the glancing shields of Egypt lighting up those dark, hidden secrets, were replaced.

Ladies and Lords. Kings and Queens. Men and women. Common folk. Even slave and prisoners looked upon a view, a picture of themselves.

"For this traded is good," the French trapper said in a broken Blackfoot language to a man dressed sinister.

"This is good." Five beaver, two fox, one otter. Soft fur given such by the gift of cold and winter lay together as trader and warrior played the game together. A serious game as the Blackfeet were known to be heartless and cruel, capable of great violence when decided.

The trade was made though, as the trapper had much to trade. Pots for more beaver. A comb. And of course, for the lives of five beaver, two fox, and one otter...a simple, small mirror was a good trade.

With modern goods in hand, the various members of the tribe departed the scene leaving the trapper to covet in his mind, the coming profits of sale back at his 'home'.
*

She looked at herself in the mirror. A women of great beauty. Her body alive and vibrant. Her hair long and silky.

She was proud of what she saw in that mirror. The picture took away the constant thoughts that see was unable to speak. Not even sing. But she could whistle. And so she pushed air through her soft lips pursed and she whistled happily while gazing into the mirror
*

He was a sailor of proud nation. A nation at war and conflict. His ship was once a mighty fortress of steel. Cannons. Missiles. Radar. Men. Women. Sailors of uniform and order. Only now, he was named, survivor. His ship destroyed. His comrades dead. A body strewn surface of death.

High over head, a helicopter flew with actions reminding one of a chicken looking for her chicks. Back and forth. It was in the surviving sailors hand that held a small mirror, a mirror able to harness the power of the sun and glance a gleam into the pilots eyes.
*
Such sparkle the surface reflects. Such darkness. Such light. Showing the good and positive. Showing the bad and negative.

Pictures painted, drawn; replaced. View of others; replaced. The mirror; replaced.
*

Vanity.
Pride.

A rock placed alongside a flowing river reflected image upon the waters surface is solid and true.

Two people naked and making love in the flowing river reflected image upon the waters surface, solid and true.

Osprey seeing its shadow glide over the river spies all, and in return for consideration, feasts on the fish who only could see the light. Solid. True.
*

Inside.
Inside all there is
the reflection of Life

Even in corruption
In death the ashes scatter randomly in the air
the winds are driven by no one as they are their own masters with reflection
only thoughts
and as the ashes spread across a Universe
the air decides to shift drawing random together
With a chance harvest, the sands of time become... the mirror.

[Lipinski]

on the back the firmament feels solid while above the sky entertains

water lapping full to the brim as Paul decided.

hot

with wisps of steam

...

on the back the feeling combines to separate the realities

as the yelling subsides as if it was so far away

...

laying there watching the clouds above disappear

and then with a smile

roll back into the water to sink to the bottom

finding wonderful

blissful

peace.

[Lipinski]

Yes, of course Jesus really existed

Another headline for an article read today. It was read so obviously, it existed.

Interesting how the written word is used in everything from porn to recipes, religion to science. It is... interesting. And boring. And exciting. And truthful. And a lie.

Today is inspirational of course for pagan and religious, for consumer, communist, socialist, male, female... and why? Because it is Christmas? Ha! Absolutely not. It is inspirational and even important because if you are reading this, it must mean you exist...

I truly do find atheists to be wonderful studies of a logic confirmed. Logic too, is a part of the written word used in everything from porn to recipes, religion to science.

On just this one inspirational topic i could spend forever writing about, debating about, talking about... such the power of words. Such the power of life and Life. Such it is this word 'power'.

But today, for many, Christmas is the celebration of a baby who was born a long time ago. A baby who grew into a child and then into a man. Some say man, some say Man. As such again, inspirational.

There are those who write and say Jesus never existed. Just as there are those who say God never existed. Such a sublime enjoyment for me as it is so easy to see the flaw in logic and thus the humor.

Yes, Jesus existed. He was 'born' in the way you were. And what is even better, He still exists just as God exists and for those doubting this, all you have to do is simply open your eyes and see for yourself. Right there. For you and all to see just as you can see the words here being written. So,happy birthday Jesus. You might have to use a bit of Wind to blow out all the candles on the Cake.
***
Looking for a lost garment while already wearing it
Seeking company while among a group of friends

Tasting the fiery peppers in food while desiring something spicy to eat
Reading so many books among the thousands already read and wondering if there is more
to
read...

Many do not remember yesterday as they can barely live in today
all the while worrying about tomorrow
next week, month, year
and for some
to worry about
eternity

Anger. Sadness. Worry. Lust. Love. So many emotions exist indeed
Feeling and filling
Thinking and thoughts
about what really?
Your life of yesterday, today, tomorrow?

Not me

Yet this is not about me and i really do no matter
not in the plans of a world already lost to itself and can do perfectly well
without me

So, this must be about you, you who are angry, sad, worry, lust, in love, hate. So many emotions existing
indeed?

And yet, i am not you and you are not me, and now it starts to become muddled a bit
even boring and confusing... oh... wait... More emotions existing?
Indeed.

Again i say, 'not me' and again there are those feelings of anger, sadness, worry, lust, love and yes...hate..

could it be possible that i am you and you are me.?.

...

i exist
you exist
we all exist
so close together in all things
enjoying the greatest gift that could ever be...
so thank you God, for being an excellent scientist, the best of everything
thank you is about the only thing i can say
for so much of yesterday, today, and tomorrow
and especially for the gift of Life You Gave
me...

[Lipinski]

What whacky whim would win with a word, WACKY WABBIT!

Which is why words will really mess with the

Mind

(sigh)

"HeeHee,fucking with relaxation? Huh, goofy?' Hello, are you in there ?(a loud knocking sound announces)

Ha. Nah, just truly relaxing and enjoying the day. A clear cool day of calming down

"Since you're so relaxed, hows about ya let me finish whatever it is you were writing.?"

Sure parasite. Knock yourself out.
*

"within
we
welcome
which
is
is
why
worlds
watch
with
dreams."

[Lipinski]

got a good laugh out of the following read today:

A million children want to clean up Earth. A million parents want them to start with their room.

Humor, puppies, food... such things make me happy. As such, it got me to thinking about how writers write about topics that make them happy AND topics that make them unhappy.

One topic that makes me both happy and unhappy are any topic regarding women over the age of ten. Wonderful one moment and absolute nuts the next.

But, I digress.

Thinking writers enjoy writing about that which makes them happy then to write while unhappy.

Today, working with electrical wiring it was wonderful to handle the bare copper wires. Copper is my absolute favorite metal found on this planet. On other worlds, there is also copper, but in different form.

Now gold, gold is shit. Gold makes me unhappy along with diamonds. Many reasons for this but Copper rules! So, with this inspiring day of working with a wonderful metal it only makes sense to write about it.
***

In a blender where forces whip aside logic, reality, physics, law
it showers pieces for which to discern
stretched to maximum
tactile sensation
...
..
.
could it really just be, vibrations?
.
..
...
current carried in sky with lightning arcing
stimulating
sexual
exciting
...
..
.
even now, the tingles remain as the fingers dance for joy
blood coursing
erection of a compass pointed far past North and South
.
..
...
such wonderful travels tonight
...
..
.

[Lipinski]

A Tapestry

Sun born to bear the beating heart of Creator
Time of void to bear
Stitching such wonderful Fabric

Feathers of the Owl
Scale of Fish
Song of brother Whale
Condrum Beetle and Fly
Men, Women, Children
Birds large and small
Spiders weaving all
together

Music so pure and vibrant
Filled such with so much color
So much Life
Twined with the vibrations of both, life and death
Held by Hands far above the sky

There is no top nor bottom,
There is no side or depth
There is a Comet playing mischief punching holes
and still grows
the Fabric

Ice crystals spread their magic, bringing balance
as too, the fractured Earth spilling such intense
Flame and Heat

A feeling so powerful, so so so, much...
Leaving one strong and weak
Making
Being

Yet, for such grandeur
Immensity
it still is small enough
to warm, cool, and comfort
me.

[Lipinski]

Quick parasite! You've got three seconds to name your favorite invention from humans. Go! (1 one thousand, 2 one thousand, 3 one th...)

"Fudge."

Fudge is your favorite invention? That's not an invention that's food.

"So? You asked me a stupid question and I like fudge so fuck you."

Aren't ya going to ask me my favorite invention?

(rolling a couple of its many eyes the parasite humored Robin) "Okay numbnuts... Quick shithead! You've got sixteen hours and three seconds to name your favorite invention from humans. Yawn... Wake me up when you got one of your fucked up boring answers..." (the parasite resumed snoring and dreaming of some really sexy looking dolphins)

I got my answer so wake up parasite. My answer is a combination of glass, metal, electricity, plastic, food... My answer is (drum roll coming out of no where and literally scaring some shit out of the parasite) A microwave!

"A microwave? Mmm... I could see that. I do love to nuke fudge. So, now that you got that out of your system I'm gonna boogy down and meet a new dolphin I saw on the Nature channel. Later micro man."

Have a good trip. Here is some fudge I had in my pants for the past few weeks.

"Uh, that's not fudge..."
***

Nuke the Time

Society always in a hurry
Alarms blare in the morning to set the pace and stride
Rolling out of bed with blurry eyes, taking a shit, and feeling hungry

Flip on the lights, trip over the dogs, open the fridge
seeing
what is...

Toast in the toaster smells of charcoal
Ice cubes dispensed and that cooling first sip
deciding between old hot dogs covered in rice and processed cheese
or
poaching eggs for 45 seconds, bacon for 15, and then realize
some old ravioli some rice a piece of sausage, all put together
set the timer for three minutes
ahh...!

Gotta love those damn microwaves as they can feed America
Even dry the socks
and conduct odd experiments with gerbils
and yes
stray cats...
***]

"Wow numbnuts... finally a poem you wrote that I liked! Good job!"

Thanks parasite. Now go to Florida and enjoy. Today's weather here sucks.

[Lipinski]

Tingles extrude; centered loins exude vibrations of entwined emotions
Unwind as fingers grasp a silken sheet, sweat covered a bed of heat
Legs curl separated only inches from bliss

....................................................There is conversations unspoken
....................................................Pictures so long ago formed when it was today
....................................................Still, in the turmoil of passions, of mind, of moments
....................................................Rejecting exits to leave such doors open

To feel the curvature, the sweat; kiss of peach and rose
Upon the bottom bared, such swept feet, with a crown of wild flowers
Leaving others to frown as the smiles are the reward where hope is
replaced.

(the mind is powerful indeed as the orgasms are deep)

[Lipinski]

Fodder of Body

Surrounded by the emissions of odor mixed with tendrils of heat
Close now to reveal a cloth covering hair and skin
Inside with a separation of a line from the outside where light meets dark
A body
Whole
Complete
and yet?

Missing the nuances blended as shadows battle to feed a need

So obvious all around where constant bombardment stops and starts

Screaming about this, smiling about that...
Laughing with, crying alone...

Food for the emotions of light and darkness