More Fin

"...there in the horizon the future drank and dined
With fate cushioned on the hard ground by the gift
Of the present, and all they spoke about was me.
It's scary to know I matter."
The reason for living can not at all be greater
than life its self
No matter how much the script is flipped
The true one man show keeps playing
With no delay with seconds passing the rod
To the minute hand to the hour hand
Creating a synchronized chronographic relay
In my sleep I sneezed,
Disseminating my dreams in vapor
Forming psychedelic clouds a few inches above
My conscious.
I stood still, on the sub-conscious face up towards
The clouds hoping for thunderous rain
I was shaken abruptly to reality by my ever demanding wants
Handcuffed by failure to a steel bed of nothingness
I broke the chains
“I will not bed you no more, I shouted.”
How can I be so lame to be bedded by a prostitute?
Ordained by death it’s self.
Yes failure is a damned prostitute that sleeps with any
Man who sleeps alone with no dreams
It will lure you; caress you till you are fully erect
With futile vanity
Living you pregnant with wishes and ideas born still
Call it envy.

The moon walked

Last night on my way home I met a cow.
"Hmm..."I thought.
“A black cow, at night in town”
That's strange I said to myself with a frown.
The cow blotted out in a deep voice
Staring me right in eyes,
as if to sniff out some lies
“You should see how stupid you look
talking to yourself about a cow."
To me he was a mad cow at ease…
who gave him the disease?
I was shocked…
Not that the cow spoke. No!
That I look stupid talking to myself. Really?
Politicians do it all the time
Talking about cash in cows
Stolen by underdogs
Drinking milk from dairy cows daily
Kilimanjaro mounted right on top of theirs bellies
Is a dairy cow black with white spots or white with black spots?
How did pink become white and brown become black
Was the academic color blind?
What did the academic lack?
To scared of tradition and culture to call Asians white too.
Achooooo!
Any clue?
Achooooo!
Ohh! It's a flue.
One thing human nature has learnt
Is to spread useless things
As quick as a flue
No matter what color
We'll meet at the funeral parlor
Don't you see it? MJ was right.
Even his dance moves, damn his skill was tight
His pants too.
It's a wonder how the media managed to fit in his pants too.
Achoooo! Shit I had forgot..the flue.