The Dormant Age This is the age of young ladies, Not the "object of beauty", But the beauty of an object To ALL onlookers - The gift that keeps on giving, Unwrapped by the cool charm of any bullsh*t artist! This is the age of gentlemen, Flowing with words like an aqueduct Through an arid day, Smooth on the surface, Inviting her to dive… Ranking in bull's wit From profligate to President, Equal in red intent! This is the age of affection, Moving as magma… Cold and hard. What value has a poet When love is rock-solid? He melts the heart, man! This is the age of family - Fathers lusting after any exit, Mothers not knowing fathers, Children wand'ring streets as lost puppies, Barking for attention with shotguns, Starving for the fervent! This is the age of nature - "Green Peace" pasted on the back of a car, Followed by a callous toxin stream, Ripping the ozone layer a new a**hole! Trees slit as throats - A race to slice the life-line, In the name of Honest Dollar - "The great seal"! This is the age of peace, "Make love, not war"! Love your neighbor with a virus! Vote for free Willy, He has a peace, everyday, In our great Oral Office - The drought-mouth of a once great mountain. This is the age you live on, The age I lie below - The Romancestor - Pounding the roof of a dead volcano… Made mad by the time! Can you hear the pulse? The Empty Stench There are some days when I want to suck the juice From some girls life, But she has already sucked mine. I want what I can't have… It leaves me empty and distilled - The aroma of a fine wine In a vacant bottle. Lovers are all in passing - Aromas from fine nights And promising days. When will I drink and be filled?! The empty stench empowers all - Childhood without dad, A chill from your mates grave, The kiss of Judas… The hollow, one-night woman.

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