A Word On The Street
Iím at home glimpsing Facebook
photos at four-in-the-morning fondling
myself to Pornhub advertisements
I text messages saying come back
I love you
Iím wrapping a testicle in a sailors knot
dragging it by a shooting freight train
with me with it.
I wonít accept verbiages like no
The beep, beep, of messages
you share online are an inferno
to my divine comedy.
Do not elongate a finger towards eternity
known as the middle finger, I canít see
skullcap octonions of the brain conjuring
warbling birds through dreams.