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Its the same old static & flaccid striptease. (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Displaced, devoid of desire I take in morning, reminded of whores who tease by lifting their skirts. An urge to write is followed with the urge to avoid writing utensils, the front door, and opening my encrusted eye lids. Aside from things mundane, thirst and nicotine cravings motivate me if only for a short while... I've resigned myself to observing things, absolutely stupid things really. Human activity apparently happens to be 80% spastic idiocy; the remaining 20% of activity includes eating, pissing, shitting and attempting to fuck anything with a camels toe. Reefer offers me the ability not to notice, since the pointless urge to reveal to others their retardation is best left alone; most get defensive anyway, or offended which leaves me wanting to smash their faces into a work of gothic obsession. Switched into neutral, I let the night creep and eventually engulf everything; a bored slut slowly letting her skirt float back down. Life to me is a perpetual striptease- the excitement long dead, flesh and beauty faded into subtlety.

DreamerSupreme 28-Apr-04/1:11 AM
Nowhere in the piece does it say "women are whores". It does specifically mention WHORES as in those who sell their bodies, and it didn't sound too edgy calling them prostitutes to me.


I'm not without wit, drugs are simply a casual presence in my life- should I start pretending that I'm a sober drug free citizen or what? Its not as if the entire poem was about cannabis for godsakes. Would you even give a shit if for instance my substance(s) of choice were only alcohol and tobacco? Hell, atleast I'm not Coleridge puffin opium and writing about Xanandu and a thousand other opium visions, or a drunken Dylan Thomas wieldin a pen while he attempts to correct his vision blurs. Don't forget the English Gentleman who adored his dose of heroin. (curses, I can't remember his name...)

I'm tired of people acting as if each and everyone of my poems are just about drugs and doped up ranting.. yes, I have those too, but they don't constitute my entire collection of written work. But they seem to be the only things that people remember, since those pieces are quite bizzare.. can't a guy have a little fun with the pen? Honestly.

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