Three more stabs at poetry

1

Bad taste

In Lovers

Leaves a bitter taste

In the mind.

2

Shimmering hot waves

Stop me in my tracks today

Melted like the tar

3

Trapped inside the heat today

I have no breath for passion.

Is indiscrimate sex

The newest carnal passion?

For those few prostituted

By life and exploitation.

Burning art and  youth and cash

For aimless exploration

Of lost and willing strangers.

Driving them further beneath

For momentary blindness

To all the pain we bequeath

To the next generation

Of victims whose only worth

Is between their legs.

4.

There is more to life, my beautiful Friend

Then what’s between our legs tonight.

We worry about Love and applesauce

As Earth collapses around us.

Sitting here on my grassy mountaintop

Nestled among the rich and strong.

I have mine and I am safely nested

As the Earth melts down around us.

There is more to life, my beautiful Friend

Then what’s between our legs tonight.

Flaming heat and boiling tornadoes tease

As the money dries up and dies.

Genocide. Hurricanes. Nuclear Melt.

And the racists taking control.

There is more to life, my beautiful Friend

Then what’s between our legs tonight.