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fez ruled snit,
fast feverish mad crazed.

seen as a friend,
seen as a good guy,
seen a few nights ago,
but today the tide has turned,
and there is marmalade on the streets,
today there is awareness in some faces,
faces that turn towards us and stare eye to eye,
women looking in our direction,
the order of things is being interrogated and questioned,
silence is harder to buy,
silence can no longer be required,
silence has disappeared,

rifle stud zen,
mad manic hectic desperate.

out of control,
out of your lane,
out of your mind,
animal instincts glorified,
but no glory in my actions,
all reason, all planning, all sanity,
washed away in a moment,
regrets pressed back until tomorrow,
my world vanishes for this single conquest,
all I want is this object,
all I deserve is this satisfaction,
all of me wants all of them for me,

ditz fun leers,
wild intense swivel-eyed madness.

hide it all,
hide it in shame,
hide it and run,
consequences filling up the ocean of tears,
looking in to find that piece of me,
that deserted all morality and sense,
of self absorption to my core imbued,
I lost a part of me in frenzied lust for you,
you are to blame it wasn’t me,
the consequences will come,
the sequels feared but widely expected,
the epilogue of my life will say,

he gave in to frenzied lust.
ohh just once,
oh just that day,

duel first zen,
hide it anyway you like.

2 Comments

  • Poe & Penmen says:

    not wanting to descend into graphic detail here as so much of life is like that now – netflik and co draw us into this, and then the world is a-flood with dialogue int o this topic and the reign of the sterotyoe banal white American middle aged idiot republican who knows he is right and the world owes him, women are possessions.
    haunting.

  • Twicsy says:

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Some of the Poetry of Etches Penmen and Thomas Poe. Good Mates.