THINK IT OVER
“My cunt is more fiery than your Molotov cocktail.”
Written with red spray on the wall
in time it’ll fade away.
Never mind, real blood will continue flowing steadily.
Think it over.
You are choking with injustice and all of a sudden you are roused.
And when above all you are turned on, then you exist.
EVERYTHING IS A PUZZLE
“Don’t fuck with your mind.
Don’t think with your cock.”
Odd the graffiti on the wall of tolerance.
One more puzzle for you.
And yet a reason for meditating in various ways,
To be roused by hook or by crook.
Thus you expand feelings, meanings
and make time attractive.
Paradoxical is only how gradually
all the necessary end in a puzzle.