I am sitting in the bar writing this. I started at the Sir Francis Drake, and I will do a tour of duty in all the great bars of the city before morning. There is a storm outside, a fresh wind and a choppy see from my voyage. But the earth isn't quite big enough for me tonight. I am now at The Globe and plan to proceed to The Moon and The Stars and then make a journey to all the planets, ending in the constellation of Venus - anything so as to be closer to the pleasure zone that is yours, all yours.

It's not my fault I am here. It would start to rain as we were waiting for the bus, and those stupid feelings of mine, hauled me into this bar. It is a dark, cold, confounded hole, fit only for desperadoes and down-and-outs. The cold outside made the warmth of the wine work faster on me.

I wish you could see me now as I am definitely not myself anymore. I'm a much pleasanter, warmer, wittier person than when cold sober and I am sure that I could win your love when I am like this.

The wine hisses upon my heart. Cupid has fired a dart into my liver. I am asking the barman for ice to cool my fevered thoughts. Ice! Clear and cold and definitely melting, just like you. The idiot has brought me olives instead. This is a damnable place. A hideous world, I wish I were out of it and in heaven, by which, of course I mean in your arms. Ah, if only they were bottling your bath water - then there'd be something to slake this incredible thirst! I'd close my eyes, sip you slowly, and let you slide down my throat.

This is my constant prayer, wether I am drunk or sober.

I like saying good morning to passer-byes,
It always catches them off guard.
Something about grinning teeth coming from a face like this.
I like when car doors lock when I get too close,
What the **** is it that I would do?
Because I create disasters just by pouring milk.
I like soft carpets because it makes sleeping not so hard.
Theres a stoop where I like to sit, where I think a home used to be.
when I lay down on the cool concrete I wonder if they wonder about me.
I like big billboards that tell me how much i could win.
Cause that gives me a day dream so i can escape out of my head.
Well, nothing in this world makes sense,
We're made up of the smallest tiny bits.
So when you finally slit your wrists it'll be okay.
One day you could be a star again.
I like when people are smarter than me.
So that I can learn something else.
As long as it's not politics, that ****'ll make me stab myself.
I dont care whos right or wrong cause thats not a real thing.
Your morals are just popular opinion.
I like playing guitar on the street.
If you pass by with a dollar, why don'tcha' stop and listen.
I'm not asking for your pity I'm just asking for your time.
Listen to what I've got to say.
It's not that Important, I just like to share
Maybe you've got a song you'd like to play.
Why don'tcha' strum upon my mortal remains.
I like construction, really, skeletons of anykind.
I'd like to visit the inside once the walls are up and done.
I wont break anything, dont look at me that way
I dont cause no problems, I'll just leave when you need me.
I really like metaphors.
So here's one about my thoughts,
It's like One hundred billion birds above my head
It's like
Every feathers a letter, every bird is a word, every flock is a sentence.
I'll try and grab a few and bring em down to tell you what I think of the sunset.
I'd like to say I believe in second chances, but chances are you do too
ands thats just a way to **** me twice.
I like words that start with D
Like, *****, desperate, desperadoes, in dilapidated destitute look for some ******* sleep.
I like gas station lazy days and crystals to my cranium.
I'm not selfish with material things, but i'm greedy with the passing of time.
In a way I think thats worse
leave me alone.
I'm the lifeless nail and your the bleeding flesh
The road is a bamboo seed just forcing us apart.
In the end I'm still on top.

If you could
you would have
long long long ago
all you're tasked with now
is boring boring aimless continuity
which aptly reflects you and your orbit
the union of drones with the repetitive boring task
now you're just cliche exposed pointless and a keystone act
shamed stupid shambling  shambolic shysters and **** sick schmucks

They call it
putting fleas in head,
worms in ears
sowing seeds of doubts
overloading the minds
if
I bother read at all
I laugh myself silly
the
puerile antics of my inferiors
on master's orders
wasting their mediocre lives
in a futile exercise showcasing their limited views
their painful ignorance and their state of minds
comom
what happy fulfilled person
becomes a contemptible troll bully
most especially to someone
of a higher caliber.
only
the most stupid and afflicted ones
those desperadoes, shamed, backwards
with really unhappy lives, looking
for distractions and diversions
would do as such
Tell you something
nothing you do alters
anything about me
I can go today and bring a lady home
I have the skills and the means
I know this
so go find something you can be proud off
go enrich your lives, if I die today
I can look back and say
My, I showed others
what strength, balance, courage
intelligence, smartness, dignity
and bravery is all about
and in my time
I made love to some
lovely ladies and they all
said 'Wow, nobody has ever loved me like this before'
Heck! I am special, that's it, just a one off.

On second thoughts, you all better continue what you are doing
Only the great and super talented have Haters,
you won't go hate on a homeless person or another nonentity like yourselves
So, get on with it
and why is the Italian angle being neglected
comon, get with the program,
You are mine....remember
do a piece about how he has a big ****
and ***** her all night

now I have to remind useless idiots how to do their skits
Dear me, how does one train schmucks ....

And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
break through viz mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax
germinating ideas to sprout
about as successful as
buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting
rooting brown lawn
to whether drought.

Long fostering literary creativity
analogous to prying open
figurative curtain drawn
shut tight within
thy noggin unresponsive
even when brute force
strongly applied, but still...
no progress (for aging Pilgrim)
made come crack of dawn,
thus I temporarily abandon intent.

An effort to craft satisfactory poem or prose,
(which coveted, kindled, unexpected...
futile endeavor deluges me when
least able to jot down eureka,
whereby brainstorm burst adrip
saturating yours truly head to toes
dribbling out nostrils,
asper my porpoise size bottle nose,
hence this feeble effort to appease.

No expected attaboy, kudos, bravoes...
discerning metaphorical whaling expedition
beseeching, imploring, soaking...
mine mindscape with
profuse voluminous wisdom
sans anonymous followers
waiting for me to compose
usual meaningless gibberish or
rare profound nugget of wisdom to disclose.

While thrashing within cyber sea,
possibly abandoning ambition to compose
superbly laced, ginned, coined...
poetic adage gee oh
into magnum opus masterpiece
eye catchingly exotic creation
exquisite as silk negligee pantyhose
(yea...perhaps yours truly
will also send near **** selfie,
a worse fate than death

cab for cutie)
and chuck stock inhibition
brokering favorable frescoes
tattooed across flesh
accentuating anatomical contours of flab
wharf flexing muscles simulates geckoes,
(albeit selling progressive insurance)
appearing to slither across body electric
predictably ******* Freudian peccadillos,
now bolt upright - ******* awakened,
no longer sleepy,

but dwarfed by giant spuds,
no small potatoes
eh...yar right to deem this poker face
eccentric - born (free) this way,
how Elsa to explain (without lion)
rambling riotous rumination
one among many bumptious desperadoes,
and oh...mooch *** gracias reading poem
bumbling, degenerating, fizzling...
into lobbying primal salvoes.