01-31-2015, 01:00 AM
Well, I edited this thing. Lol, thanks for the comments.
To you my honey in your towel habit at the poolside,
I have composed a complex network that will sieze the day
And writhe us both in rhythms that could hide inside a bush:
I saw a Spitting Cobra
tangled on the diamond gridlock flooring of my carport.
I must confess I loved him.
His limpness and rigidity,
was like a silent walking stick
Or a gangsters ad hoc club.
The rapid flicking of its tongue
was juicier than the most ripened figs,
and It gripped me in a fit of whimsy
with its corrugated fins.
I began to spill the Milk of Paradise
as my manhood mingled with its beauty
and I spun a yarn about a street rat.
My crooning matched the likes of Elvis or a fabled Ethiope,
it piqued its heavy Dumbo ears just to hear my voice,
and I knew it felt the magnets that I’d learned from Whitman’s spellbook.
I leaned in for a money shot
inside my mesmer’s shining eye,
and later felt my innards melting into metaphor.
She wrinkled up her nose and walked away,
and I chuckled staring straight into the sun.
Up in the air, I held my fingers clenched into a ball
and laughed in mock derision.
The world had all gone to hell, I cried,
while tears of laughter trickled down my cheeks.
To you my honey in your towel habit at the poolside,
I have composed a complex network that will sieze the day
And writhe us both in rhythms that could hide inside a bush:
I saw a Spitting Cobra
tangled on the diamond gridlock flooring of my carport.
I must confess I loved him.
His limpness and rigidity,
was like a silent walking stick
Or a gangsters ad hoc club.
The rapid flicking of its tongue
was juicier than the most ripened figs,
and It gripped me in a fit of whimsy
with its corrugated fins.
I began to spill the Milk of Paradise
as my manhood mingled with its beauty
and I spun a yarn about a street rat.
My crooning matched the likes of Elvis or a fabled Ethiope,
it piqued its heavy Dumbo ears just to hear my voice,
and I knew it felt the magnets that I’d learned from Whitman’s spellbook.
I leaned in for a money shot
inside my mesmer’s shining eye,
and later felt my innards melting into metaphor.
She wrinkled up her nose and walked away,
and I chuckled staring straight into the sun.
Up in the air, I held my fingers clenched into a ball
and laughed in mock derision.
The world had all gone to hell, I cried,
while tears of laughter trickled down my cheeks.