The Poetry Marathon

My favorite meal, also my favorite type of woman
I may prefer two large breasts, but that alone is not enough
I need some passionate, spicy, liquid love to excite me
And on one side I like the boundary shells and cheesiness
And on the other side I want a softness after mashing
Along with some darkness drizzled on, finishing perfection
And to wash it down, water, as pure and healthy as can be

My feet carried me to a forked road
Within the dark prison of forest
I must be safe, I must crack the code
I must not travel when I forebode
I need to find a safe place to rest

Both roads had suffered the sting of age
And time had worn them about the same
But one road had clear signs of human rage,
As I could read death like a page
Of a book, a talent I can claim

My two options laid there before me
One lay dark without human trace
The other painted screams of the banshee
Paranoia, what will my fate be?
Do I go deeper, or risk the chase?

I survived to tell you of this tale
As my mind used logic to say
To step into the darkness, exhale
When given the chance to bail,
You can take it, and live the next day

As a young lad growing up
At times you have to move
Let me tell you my story
Let you focus improve

Growing up in private school
From preschool to eighth grade
And then I began public
I began this afraid

But I survived those two years
And made many a friend
But after a move uptown
Those friendships had to end

This school was like my old one
In that it had small size
But the school was still public
So we were worldly wise

And I graduated there
My achievements were grand
But then after those two years
My new friends must disband

So then I was all alone
Till college I began
I’ve met people way better
Than in my current span

Do not fear a move or change
Better things will exchange

I awaken in the morning
To lick my master’s face
I need food to survive the day
If I play at my pace

I run around the house till rest
And cuddling I need
I dedicate to snarl at cat
Or Mailman’s dirty deed

I protect my parents daily
And show them lots of care
Because one day I might be gone
So my love, I must share

Repeat daily

Face
Young, hairy
Performing, educating, expressing
Smiles through the heartbreak
Ian

The cadavers jolted, conducting prose.
Typewriters twisted, screeching, clashing, bound
To crush, to twist, to scream, squall, squeal, and grate
Under moonlight, grinning, sadistic beast.
Crashing: “Ick” and “eck” and “eek”; ’twas sane, thus.
Terrors tremble and cackle and grind grins.
The wretched beasties should be put down to rest.
But death frightens grins happily jittered.
Troves potentially store soiled matter.

We need to legalize marijuana.
Why?
Because it’ll lessen prison populations?
Because it’ll help fund our government?
Because it’ll help medical research?
No.
I just want to get high.

We need to legalize prostitution.
Why?
Because it’ll lessen STD spread?
Because it’ll increase tax revenue?
Because it’ll decrease a sex trafficker’s power?
No.
I’m just a horny guy.

We need to to restrict arms sales.
Why?
Because it’ll lessen school shootings?
Because it’ll lessen violent crimes?
Because it’ll lessen accidental deaths?
No.
If they weren’t so loud, I’d say “buy!”

We need to allow gay marriage.
Why?
Because it’ll foster a sense of equality?
Because it’ll help parentless children find homes?
Because it’ll help control overpopulation?
No.
I’m straight, but what if I decided I was bi?

We need to reform national security.
Why?
Because it’ll create trust in our governments?
Because it’ll let citizens be more willing to cooperate?
Because it’ll allow a real sense of security to ensue?
No.
I just have some nudes on my i… Phone

Damn.

I messed up the rhyme.

The sky is blue today, the grass is green
The clouds are white, the blood is red and brown
The sun does shine upon a foul attack
Is death what waits at sunrise, sunsets too?
The knife and bullet spray on peaceful days.

The sky is grey today, the mud is think
The rain pours down, and love is born today.
The storms do rage against the two adults
Can love be made in hopeless times like these?
The gentle gaze, embrace, and sheltered heart.

My dog is my love
My lover is a dog
One pleases in bed
Other’s a cover hog
While one is loyal
To guide through the fog
The other could leave
Coat on for a jog
So I’ll choose my babe
Over broken cogs

Oh how beautiful
That gaze is benign
I wonder who it–
Oh no, wait, it’s mine
Narcissus only loves Narcissus

I stare at this pool
Admiring myself
Who could resist me?
No man, god, nor elf
Narcissus only loves Narcissus

I call out to me
I hear a reply
I see a nymph there
I tell her goodbye
Narcissus only loves Narcissus

Now plenty of time has passed
And I begin to transform
Into a drooping flower
Could this be a forced reform
I still see myself below
And I hear an echo perform
Narcissus only loves Narcissus