Poem-A-Day: Day 106

Too Many Dicks On The Dance Floor

Too many,
of any
offers plenty

More than needed,
and also anteceded,
nor proceeded
yawns completed.

Down trodden:
interlocking
cerebral blocking
killer locking,
spoiled rotten,

Overbearing,
not for sharing

This humble flock
haranguing sock
exaggerated cock.

Don’t make note
and rock the boat,
near wood floored moats
commanding float;
emancipating scrote.

For there are many
looks, and plently
other manly
offers plainly
rousing proposition sanely.

Poem-A-Day: Day 56

5 Drams

the air smelt of the oncoming onslaught
of my own true desire,
clouded in the jaded mess that makes
driving nigh impossible

under the bitter bliss of superfluous spirits;
a one-sided conversation
of ceremonious chitter-chatter clattering
words down like liquid

missiles whistling clean across the sky.
delirious, and championing
some fortitude not at all forthcoming,
but sadly off-putting.

a unique, chivalric confidence of inquisition
that violently dances
with some flippant, proprietary qualm
that can’t be squelched

by means of the maddening mosaic
painting something
other than me; it’s what’s intended
any more, but always less.