Man! I’ve heard ‘it’
All my life! I was lucky
Not to sell the word
With my own being! Was lucky
To be loved, even if second-hand,
Or not...

This from a mostly guarded
Specimen of what
Seems to be the only
Holy Commandment,
Anymore.

1. F*** the twat.

I could care less
About the teeter-totter-back-then
Fodder of semi-innocent ridiculousness,
But, I do care about it Now,
I have two daughters.

Man, I’ve heard
Throughout my life religion
Is everything, but, belief beds
Heads, into what? Insanity?
If you can’t follow a thought
Outside an old god’s box,
Aren’t you twatted, already?

I’m so tired of mind-ruling-hypnotism
Of denial of changing circumstances,
I can only end up thinking
In thisthisthisthisthis reality.

But, that was the old me.

Twat-talk, even before I knew the end,
Bothered me. Now? I feel its
Power, worse than money, land or pride.
There seems to be no understanding
Of the origins of Me left, on this plane.

I used my title to mislead, knowing
People would read, programmed
With lascivious thoughts,
The words, not the poem. I’m sorry,
But I’m not. It’s all been taught,
Outthought out without the factor,
Even though we live on a sex-planet,
There are more kinds of mind than One.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/20/07


Companion Piece:

The Headboard

Blood and hair on a headboard,
Bruises on shoulders,
The frenetic pace of sex on this world
Outlives lives rewards…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/22/07