Old Beery Breath

Old Beery Breath (who is he?) Old Beery Breath He sits alone To craft this self-indulgent poem He went outside a little hence To pull tomatoes. At three am A safer time to injure them? He hates the way that nature’s will Unforgiving wrought him ill He remembers days when life felt right Before the slouching of this night How love first cruelly Betrayed his trust And left him with unspoken lust For one who sleeps in peace his day now done Awaits the rising of the sun And lies in beauty sweet and strong True honey (though the taste is wrong) Sweat and semen (not too much) Perfume his adolescent crotch A little snore improves his rest Youthful beauty truly blest. No comfort here Just tangled lust Old Beery Breath he finds his feet Attracted to this honeyed sweet A bumble bee at least? And so He buzzes as he sniffs below Old Beery Breath he bends right down but cannot reach the luscious crown Then forced to kneel he feels the pain That bites him over and again. How pale and puffy his hand seems Reaching behind his shadow dream The drugs kick in he stops and waits Not going to breach that final gate Why did it pass that different age Could he have cooled this aching rage? Fulfilled some of his hot desire And quenched this all-consuming fire? It was not that so long ago He bent to whisper to the wind Please help me find a loving friend The wind replied “wait it’s near the end.” Childhood lost like a disturbed dream It moved away too quick it seemed And left him aged, and now obscene He chases that which cannot be. Sweet seventeen oh how he lies Across his bed Behind his eyes ninjas sound their fearful cries Rude girls bewitch and tantalise His bulging manhood lies below Where Beery Breath dares not to go. He hears a sigh, he licks and sniffs To draw in that boy-pungent whiff Beyond that night’s untouching kiss He hears his breath whistle and hiss, Pity him if you will, Old Beery Breath who sits here still And wonders why the stars that shine Beyond all wonder did design Himself now old, fat and sighing And golden youth in slumber lying From the same dust the stars were made (Which only makes him more afraid) It was always like this Nothing owned Except the shadows And seed unsown That speaks the end of Beery’s role In history And sill he sits here all alone. Old Beery Breath - you all know him He comes from where we all begin Condemn, despise him it’s all the same He owns his wretched pointless shame. Like you he can’t go back again Know love can’t make its own excuse Words fall away They have no use We always kill the golden goose. is it me?