One flat word
Fathom and horror
And where is your hand, coño?
Diversity of the room
A hearty welcome to
Intergalactic fetish, young gentleman
Caliente!
Indulgence, legs like pillars!
Who is there?
Sex!
Por que? Seemed impossible
Through the rambunctious
"Basement", he said
And youth, lavender swell house!
Sophisticated, she stood by the bed
The storyteller reached the cojones
Like catawampus pizza
Beware of the dog
Beware of the dog
Beware of the dog
Beware of the dog
Quick! Drop dead over the doorsill!
I'm Off to Pay the Bills by bentonAsylum, literature
Literature
I'm Off to Pay the Bills
I'm off to pay the bills
the roads scorch as soles
kiss the asphalt souls
I'm off to pay the bills
I call for winds in vain
whistling wind vanes
I'm off to pay the bills
flinging my defeated feet
sultry sweat, 'tis no feat
I'm off to pay the bills
as death is synonymous to four
I'm off to pay the bills, but what for?
My bawlers scathe m'lobes
It's foam knows no isotopes
But the elopers swing
By fare-thee-wells and underwears
No elopers tonight
No tryst for kites
Unpaid for and undercared
What’s beyond the beyond? What’s after the after?
Who’s after "who"? And who's before you?
And so on and so forth, from then, henceforth.
What’s forthcoming will come forth.
And after becomes now, and now becomes after,
Before becomes because, because becomes laughter —
Just because, just because.
The summer sky is serenaded by
Skyscraping tenors accompanied by
Guitars of transmission lines.
The murky water is humming along
While scavengers dance against the current,
Looking for grace during soft interludes.
The spectators and critics on the balcony
Toss dead roses and rotten tomatoes
Packed in plastic bags of many tints,
While scavengers below cried hurray in a hurry
And tip-toed like ballet dancers
Towards the spots where the spoils beat the drums.
Gliding with grace, looking for grace.
The curtains started rolling in gradually,
Bringing tears from the summer sky
Greatly moved by the astounding performance
Out
Our orchestra of wistful snoring
Is underway, uninterrupted,
Even when juvenile delinquents
Install faucets into bellies conducted.
From New Year to Christmas to New Year
It is fasting season everyday.
Even typhoons cannot contest to this lot.
Relief goods do not reach us anyway.
But the buwad, thanks be to God,
Is always there to console us.
We easily tire of salt and instant noodles;
Nay! The Savior's fish shalt not come to pass.
Out in the streets of smog and hurry,
Yelling at our spouses, children, tame,
Making fools of our selves among diligent audiences.
Got a fuss with that? This is our domain!
Without roofs on our heads and walls
The Elevator is a Dead Zone by bentonAsylum, literature
Literature
The Elevator is a Dead Zone
The elevator is a dead zone
Once it shuts, you're alone
Unless some strangers join the frame
But all alone, all the same
The elevator is a dead zone
As dreams of sleep all far gone
Lest those things creep to your grave
A grave called work, slave!
The elevator is a dead zone
And dead indeed your black, old phone
For once it shuts, it kills the world
For no Sun will rise tonight, I heard