Moth

I, when I was a moth,
I went to the moon,
I planned a plot,
Alone in my room, a dot on the wall.
I, would the eye of a child

Pluck out and steal, slip out unseen.
Surrounded by beams of a silvery hue,
I’d live, and outlive and then die on the moon;
Thrive on the whitewashed wall in my room.

I, when I was a moth,
I took out an eye,
Replaced it with yours;
Then to my surprise did I see it all!
There were flies in the ointment,
And ears on the wall,
There were lies and lies and lies on the moon;
Some of them were false, while some of them were true:
Trying their wings in the light of the moon.

(final version)



iTroll

Like a fly to a turd 
I'm attracted to your stupidity. 
I wish to settle on it, gently, almost unfelt 
And then throw up all over it. 
Then when my vomit has marinated your fecund little thoughts, 
I want to suck them right up
Like shit from a straw.
No one knows how it works,
But I get to fly around being an asshole,
While you get typhoid or cholera or some such shit. 

Arse Poetica:
I'm an asstronomer,
In love with asstrology.
If I were your asstronaut, 
Would you put your 
Asstroname?



Iwuzgoing

i was going
the wind was blowing
a cow was lowing 
a breast was showing
the milk was flowing
and the farmer sowing
his wife was hoeing
the field was growing
the truck was towing
the car was slowing
the horn was blowing
like a crow who's crowing
at the all unknowing
and it started snowing
while the sun was glowing
on the boatman rowing
owing to the fact thati was going