@dVersePoets and the joy of Googlism in three parts

bourbon

bourbon is made
bourbon is great for sipping
bourbon is not
bourbon is a family
bourbon is aged for 8 years
in new charred oak barrels
which is
lying to me
giving me eyes that see different
bourbon is a cross between an
autumn damask and a china rose
like you
eaten up by my madness
bottle madness
bourbon is velvet
cloaking the truth
despite all efforts
those eight years had gone

 

baton

baton is the tool
baton is probably the best one you get
baton is conducive for cabaret shows
baton is carried around
baton is rolled back and forth on arms
baton is great to defend yourself
baton is great for use in all
bondage and discipline situations
and comes as
baton is available in 16″
baton is best for crowd control situations
caligula would be proud
orgy proportions of a spanking latex riot
baton is combat
loss of control the eroticism
lost to a carnival mind
baton is in the hand it can twirl
baton is a sport that never really ends for me
camus you gave us him
caligula in his glory
no it is a counterpoison
antidote feeling beyond the math
baton is a non

 

pepper spray

pepper spray is often carried in the backcountry by biologists
pepper spray is on the agenda for today
pepper spray is safe
pepper spray is not a bear
pepper spray is made in the USA and factory fresh
pepper spray is a 1/2 ounce canister that is cased by stylish
plastic spongebob graphics
krusty krab innocence
of spatula mayhem
the enemy plankton
pepper spray is used on psychiatric patients
pepper spray is not for sale in Hawaii
so it cannot belong in
a pineapple under the sea
pepper spray is hot
at the burning griddle
plankton’s kind collected
searing their flesh
shaping and forming it to be
something edible
pepper spray is not a bear
as they cannot be found in our blue oceans
where our nation innocence
is a star in an armchair

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Conversion To Irony

i became the cigarette

just finished

a stub fallen

ash beneath your feet

i can curl my fingers

about yours

wishing to hold on,

yet i cannot

your scalpel tongue

has dissected each

to phalanges bone,

i am lead to a time

when i knew where

my footsteps went,

but with bourbon comfort

exact latitudes can be awry,

loosening grip

wishing yet again to feel

the cushioned curve of lips

on mine,

but that was gifted away,

i am on the obverse of the coin

the side that falls first

not to see the sun rising,

we will not be the lovers

crying to get older,

parted as strays banished

to territories fixed by hearts

and actions of the mind

 

Scatterflex

wundt wanted

as i watched the eye

methodic tick,

moved from  side to side,

pavlov stimuli

deeper expressive i feel

no chemical replication

given to how i feel,

as i want to touch the eye,

conditioned and reduced

to basic function,

i was in a hole,

that my mind had opened

a non neutral stimulus

as now i saw her eye

non evasive swaying

encountering me with a look

that withered my root,

amplify the kisses

to a ravenous clamor

of wet hole slurping

my digestion of love

is diminishing,

before any digression

her eye, that eye

consumes retina to cortex

and i become lost

more marijuana

more bourbon,

will i take her back,

can the conditions of isolation

be repealed ,

settling further back

i want aural infusion of music

so that i can decide,

tick click tick click

fractious nerves tingle

i slide to unconscious

knowing after it would

reveal