The play-by-play

Mass confusion squirms
through the keyhole.

The minutemen endorse it,
nurture it, give it flowers
and jewels from exotic lands.
All the flavors of a well-oiled rectum.

We mosey along a spectrum of disorder
whose intricacies we lack
the ability to decipher.

Descriptions of pain and sex
merge to form some kind of awfulness
and the problematic urges
we urge to fruition
have become too tyrannical for our tastes.

Make haste to the exists.
The ancients are calling for sacrifice.

-r. miller

Advertisements

Ring the Call Button

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s