Litmus

Who was ever a friend 

That cannot be afforded even once 

The chance to offend,

And offend simply

By ceasing to pretend?

No...I'm Mac #3 "Trimming Off Excess"

Smith: Joe there is no easy way to say this. Your usefulness has always been in debate. In times of calm you have covered up pretty well, but in times of excitement you have been inflexible and have only withdrawn. Not once, you have obstructed the servicing of our clients. I'm afraid this has to be done now before things get any harder. Management has taken the matter into its own hands and thinks it is best that you be excised from membership, without further issue, so that a fresh head may take your place as we continue to penetrate new markets--effective eight days after delivery.
Joe: Dick move, dude.
Smith: Exactly.

Most Original

So this is the knowledge of good and evil

How sorry that art is his only comfort
On whose altar he offers pieces of his heart
Stewed in regret over a quiet flame

Line by line he makes bitter lemonade
For his transgressions seem yellow lemons
Grown in an Edenic garden
Plucked unripe from a forbidden tree
And rubbed over and squeezed
On the fresh wound that is realizing
That under the burden of dreams
The seams of reality come undone
Now he is laid bare with nothing left to hide
If only he could trample the serpent in the brush
And win back the eve before the new year is come
For after the rains have come and gone
Who would ever care for a dam?

No...I'm Mac #2 "Driving Miss Daisy"

A: ...that's good...will you slow down just a tad? Great. Did you locate it yet?
B: Good. Will. Hunting.

No...I'm Mac #1

A: I like, totally almost fell into a manhole the other day.
B: ...no shit!

Lines on Life Online

There's just too much noise.
Look through the wwwindow into humanity's soul.
I don't know nothing no more.
I am not responsible--
I have Wikipedia to misinform me,
Google to confirm my every stupid hunch,
And Facebook to make me feel exceedingly boring
And ugly and lonely.
But I have Hotornot to cheer me up-"Not!",
Twitter to drown out my voice,
And Linkedin to belittle my accomplishments.
I have democratic porn to castrate me,
And blogs, blogs, blogs, Jesus, blogs.

Drop By

Hold that thought.

A drop, a drop of alcohol mistaken
To quench the flames rising up inside
My chest, have sped up instead
My thirst, to walk across the room to
Find out your name and fumble mine in
Your eyes...are so beautiful.

So
Help down me shots each barmaid,
Of your no-nonsense whiskey,
Scratchy tequila and anesthetic vodka.
Do these things really happen?

In this jungle world have I breathed

in, the

freshness of a sun-kissed clearing?

I needed just a drop of courage to admit
That when our gazes finally met,
You are so sophisticated,
It was a summons and a bet that
We could be people whose selfnesses we'd
Like to learn and whose flaws we'd
Accept in just a matter of time.

Rhesus, rhesus.
Rhesus, rhesus, jump.
This rhesus is ready to be intubated and
Gelled and shaved bikini-skin-close
By her manicured fingers that now grasp
A martini sparkling blue in
This crepuscular bar.

With temerity I approach while
With alacrity flee my innards tell me.
Am I walking funny?
I blame homo evolution for irrational fear
And rational drive to discover your heat
And wrinkles of youth and missed hairs--
Dare I be such an animal!
Let's ruin each other.
Oh how I want to be built by you,
If you would only drop by my mind
And touch my body drop into your drop.
Drop it.
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