The fiscal year is coming to an end so... and Ground (no. 2) (P#5)
The fiscal year is coming to an end so... It’s ground hog day Rise and shine Mary guides your way Around the curfuffle Created by a vacuum Of domestic boom Piercing ray Illuminating the misty nicotine spray Dialing out a photon code Asking for someone to save my soul Plaque already accumulating Before scrubbed by Oral-Bs blistering speed Reaching down In search of underwear That won’t betray my respectability In front of the ScotRail landing committee Laptop, keys and professional regalia All lobbed With haphazard abandon Into jet black storage container Better call an Uber This lethargy stricken toad Cannot get his hide out the hold Without the social pressure Of a declining number Another four days In a pen Being berated by little old men Solpadol savages and caustic gremlins who hide in the corners Of the Highlands tortured flora Thinking back to halycon days Where a job was a distant memory and bi-weekly commune with an employment adviser Reminded me I needed to try harder Credit card debt Declining self-respect All run contrary To my inclining financial sanctuary But I’ll beat it I’ll do it So my mother can smile at the memory Of a son with a hell of a lot of money GROUND By god’s design My mind A pickled, riddled bygone fissure A crater Pictured On an app called “Grindr” But the news is out A faggot about Intrepid explorer Of what it means to be a whorer A lattice of face, waist, anus Cock further than the eye can see Scrolling through proximity Evaluating the composition of their bodies Like some kinda fucked up WALL-E Whose programming aims for the destruction Of IV ME Hundreds of messages sent and received Lies a little piece of me PrEP, Masc for Masc, Trans only All the backdrop of my tragedy Where something’s amiss A kiss Discourse Bliss at nearness But I can’t help it My loins are a penance A storm of such magnitude That I deride and decry The tenderness inside It’s teratogenic Wearing away my composite An oxide on my hide Flaying my ability to provide a resolution To years and years of dissolution But then again, Why so sad? This is the destiny I chose Your bodies a temple Mines a city Littered upon With canals and crevices Conductors Running trains on it’s orifices Going global is always an option You, I, they, them All on the menu From Peru to China A no-holds barred bonanza The MET office up in arms At it’s newest evaluation Globo-homo is a greater threat Than the heating of the Great Steppe The brevity of potential buggery Held within this one body Makes Sodom and Gomorrah look like a little tea party I’m talking planetary shit The Gaia Hypothesis Where equilibria is formed By interaction between earth and sea It appeals to me Because no matter how grounded I could become My lurid depths will always pull me back to zero sum But I’ve began to rethink my edifice Enacting my own TED talk About the ontological significance Of being a fleshlite With arms and legs Maybe going to a therapist Would have been better than a supposed cunning linguist Pound for pound The tongue may be the most powerful muscle in the body But it’s currency is inflationary Illusory When compared to the solidity of a body next to me