PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

—to one's own company
(original working title: the music you play)

are these leaves pure green tea,

to steep in a cup

designed so quaintly?

i know a type of

music, but not all things

jazzy

because there

could be drill rap music

which they—call—

classy

it's not a pretty picture
anymore for a degenerate

generation,

i think transnationalism

somehow creates a
nation

i just hope we don't fall
victim to this wake of
insanity—

to be foisted, with gradual

influence—to one's own

company—

kulturang banyaga

kulturang

       banyaga

kulturang

       kahanga-hanga

aking natagpuan

       sa 'di kalayuan

akin siya,

       akin siya!

magpakailanman—

thing theory

all are just these props

our heartbeats untranslated

iconoclasm

befriending the plants—

befriending the plants

the good plants and the bad plants

to tell which ones are—

consensus of hyssops

don't interpret me,

language of false complaisance;

for we are humans

whether you like me or not,

to say you do is just fake—

Forest I

Sleeping while awake

A log must notice mushrooms

—Feeding off of him

There is a Jesus fetus
And condoms on my tree,
Because today is Christmas--
And Christmas is PC.

My Santa is a lesbian,
Her skin is dark as night--
She came along with tranny Claus
With clitoral delight.

She promised free abortions,
Free tests for HIV,
While spreading guacamole
On my GBLT.

I thought I was in heaven,
I thought I was in hell,
When I heard Santa moaning
Hoe-moe with anal bells.

For Christmas is for giving
Your lover in the rear--
So rejoice my little ones
And spread the Christmas queer.

         December 25, 2013