Boys, they could be everywhere.
As cardboard cutouts of truer natures. Lost.
Pining shadows.
Reduced to humping furniture.

If only they could get a break, then time would be on their side.

Money, would come raining in their lives.
No matter the Cost.
It might even start Reigning.

The money. The booze. The porn, intoxication, women. Gambling. Dens of distinction.
The War. Money. Death.
Even if it is only a whirl at the roulette.

It might be Double Death.
Then, at least you would have won.
You would have found a way Out, to Heaven.
A far away place, filled with Joy. I wish I could go.

I wish I could get home. If only death could come. In the meantime, boredom reigns.

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It’s all cold, anyways…
Where are the Women? If only…
Can someone tell me? If only…

When a man grows quiet, it all moves slowly.
Like mountains.

Where can lions sleep in the desert? Where can a bear in a forest find peace?

It’s midnight. Where is the moon tonight?
I have no bearings.
It’s like Darth Vader is in charge. He’s hidden the fucking keys. Nothing works.

Eagles rise.

Not often mate, not often enough.
They crack their heads on the ceiling.
It’s not invisible to men.

That’s the point.
There is a Limit. A stop.

If only, if only, women knew.
There is not only one surface one cannot go beyond.
They would keep their skirts shut if they did. They wouldn’t gobble cock. Pointless.

We might have some chance if they did. You know, they wouldn’t hate everyone.