Poetry — Erraticus

Thirty Miles at Sea

“I once met a man from Nantucket / Whose dick was so long he could suck it”

“Walls sweat out as rain seeps in / Flashes of pain and mischief”

“I watch the red that dot your skin, / Like spots of rain on dusty brims,”

“It is cold but not too cold / Winter has come but withdrawn its bite”

“Oh here you are / Growing from nothing”

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, as I laid in my bed / Although it was quiet outside, many thoughts stirred my head;”

“Alas, all of man is but a sick herd, / Slavers, master, it is no matter,”

“Her kiss leaves blood for me to fore’er taste; / (Drowning within one’s insecurities.)”

“You think I’m pretty, innocent, and sweet / Yet innocence and sweet is not what I’ve seen”

“Your body flies on a carriage of wind, / To land aloft upon the ears of humanity,”

“There’s no use crying over spilled blood / she hums, scrubbing”