Doxy

I’m just an ordinary sucker       with extraordinary needs      I have to stir the pot     several times a week        my appetites are excessive         my appetites are raw       for me sex is like a drug        that leaves me wanting more

everything is about sex       except sex      sex is about power      maybe that’s my problem        maybe I lack power       or perhaps I have too much      all I know is when I make that contact           and the game is on      I’m more than just promiscuous        I’m mother nature’s son

New Tricks...

 

these bones have lost their savour

my teeth are worn to stumps

but this dog has owned his days

he won’t lick your fucking hand

and he won’t do tricks for treats

you can’t butter him up with praise

or appeal to his conceit

this dog is long past caring

his concerns are obsolete

aligned

 

there ain’t no partial truths

there ain’t no might have beens   

it’s either true or false     

there ain’t no in-betweens

they say the truth will set you free     

but first, it’ll fuck with your head      

if you can’t deal with that    

you may as well be blind    

coz the truth’s a revolution      

fomenting in your mind

it only becomes apparent

when heart and head align

every mother’s son

 

being special is nothing special     everybody is special to somebody     I draw no conclusions       and I don’t get specific    this world is a wonder        if you’re paying attention       the people who live here are beautiful and terrible       none of them were born alone       no matter what they tell you        every mother’s son      had a bosom for a pillow     no one walks the earth alone 

Diablero

 

Ain’t it hard just to live? There’s no accounting for people or what passes for right and wrong. I’d been shooting my mouth off. I was up to no good with nowhere to turn but bad.  I’d deviated from the norm. I’d been scaring the neighbours. Somebody called the cops. Yeah, somebody called the cops.  But I know my rights.

“You have the right to obey. Compliance is mandatory. There is only one rule: obey all the rules.”

They held me on trumped-up charges of lewd behaviour and vagrancy.  They confiscated my shoelaces. They confiscated my humanity. They took me to a doctor who said,

“What’s wrong with his head is anybody’s guess. He needs to be disinfected. He’s channelling subversive vibrations.  We’d better lock him up; I think that’s for the best.”

They put me in the quiet room, where I’d plan for my escape. I’d tiptoe right out of there. I’ve learned to play their game.

I level up heavy again and again. But I don’t complain. That’s just my lot; it’s always been this way.  Mania is a gift from the cosmos. The truth don’t stop. It’s rolling on hard, like the driven rain. I have a face for every season. They can’t take that from me.