outdoor fun with spelunkers (see devil worship)

ranting madness from a misanthropic humanoid

outdoor fun with spelunkers  (see devil worship)

 

smoke your pain twisted in thin bleached knowledge

and speed through green secrets with uncontrollable sheep

shepherded by internet gods and legislative locksmiths

seeking omens, enlightenment and midget porn.

feverish pursuit of happiness without ever leaving the naked chair.

 

kiss my avatar with your cyber tongue html manipulation techniques

in a carpal tunnel syndrome of expanded love and reduced connection.

modern man needs no physical exercise; we have pills and stress to stay fit.

far less dangerous than outdoor fun with spelunkers (see devil worship).

keystroke my prophylactic hedge and taste my creamy humanoid center.

 

words that require no comprehension,

whispered orgasms through astral wormholes,

rivers of glory and tragedy and almighty fuckery

just through the shiny flat screen.

 

I feel your pulse beneath the home keys,

stroke your skin on the mouse pad,

and watch you dance nude in five windows at once.

 

I’ve never once smelled your breath,

but, somehow, I still miss the scent.

Author's Note

studies show that laughter can help prevent homocide, suicide and genocide.