Baboon's Grip

If I must be doomed
To this solitary existence
Allow me then
To meander about the woodlands
Free of society (unhindered, naked)
I will rub my genitalia
Against moss-covered rocks
Or the smooth skin of some friendly birch
Feast on small creatures
Fall upon my knees next to
Some small brook
Sip its cold waters
While my bare ass is thrusted
Toward the sun
I shall walk among the civilized folk
Only to be seen shitting
On a sidewalk
Before quickly returning
To celebrate my inner beast.

What happens to all of my books after I die?

The wine won't drink itself
And the woman must be kissed
On this third first date
Let the alcohol dull
The senses
Blur reality
Or make the mistake
Of falling in love with this
Disappointingly attractive creature.
Never allow her warm body
To be real
You're what she needs right now
Not what she wants tomorrow
So drink the wine.

What a wicked addiction
You have become
Knowing
You will likely (always)
Tear me
Apart
I look
Into those goddamned eyes
The hunger engulfs me
All of me
So right now
I'll take all I can get
Of this horrible drug
This horrible you.

You are the most delicious
Bits of meat
Ever strapped
To a set of calcified sticks
As delectable
As you are
I will always
Return for more.

Forgive me
I dare not look
into the depths
of your ocean blue
eyes
I may get drawn in
and never
find my way back
to shore.