This poem is definitely for
the brothers, the queers
and the miscellaneous
others
that are used to
letting their hoses drip its potent
seed
and allow their moisten dumps
to crave its sweet nectar
just from my indecent
proposals
Some might think
my hiatus has
something to do with
a terrible disease called
Exhaustion
When I gifted my works
in batches at a time
out of a need for new energies
to flow
And after giving my best bud
his proper sendoff
by sharing his beloved gift to the world
I’m free of my contractual shackles to the
afterworld
to continue my writing life anew in this
livingworld
Thanks to my hyssop and lamb’s blood
Writer’s block
passed over me in the night
only for my creativity to be snuffed
by a ravenous carcinogen
I’m beating into remission
I may not have the deluge
(to release years of work) like I once had,
but
I will come back strong
in crazy tantalizing spurts
I yearn for the day
I used to have my solitude,
my peace
enjoyed my freedom
writing in the nude
and frequently toying with my tool
out of horniness or boredom
Blood flow was a good indicator
I was onto something good
And good I most certainly was!
When I was able to
I got this big desk
and the sundry of nice juicy cocksuckers
thirsty enough to strengthen their jaws
slow-sucked me as I drafted these
tales
and fed them my wisdom
as I closed out that scene
for the day
These days, I am forced to share
my space
with energy vampires
who doubles as dull plastic normies
and fail to understand
parameters
and my creative process
I do my part,
as I love them as fam
But this makes me
want to hand back
half of my bisex card
and pay full respect to
my heterosexual counterpart
to take the other gender
off my hand
Now that I know
why my creativity soars
only to die
after a few hours
I am going to do
what I can
to work
around this situation
I take far more bites out of life
these days
repealing the word
“retiree” for “adventurer”
as I find new things to do
outside of looped conversations
I do yearn for the days
I can freeball in freedom
and write whatever
filth comes to mind!
Soon, my friend
Soon
