Tikked Off...

[furtherfield]

compared to the quiet shout
that time gives

I have compared myself
with too many things

hands between my legs
they are now fiddling

as the light draws nearer
I wish to receive

the god whom has caressed
all nervous energy

the cock is erect and
desires the ultimate coming

oh to feel the last pleasure
that what is my own

an essence dominates
the gap in this place

to come before I die
is my last simple wish

after all what else
what else is left ?

to dare wank at death
and enjoy thy fate

to be stuck in rhythm
shafting life's chant

to be wet and warm
and smiling
once gone

evading the stolen glory
of bastard time

to excrete all those shameful
insecurities

the last coming is here
now I must win

must embrace death
and explode out of me
life

my arms collapse
exhausted
they fail me

my heart
misses a beat

no coming
no glory
time clicks
passing me by...

http://www.furtherfield.org/otmonkeys/docs/ticked_off.htm