My Apologies - A Poem

This poem is definitely for 

the brothers, the queers

and the miscellaneous

others

that are used to 

letting their hoses drip its potent

seed

and allow their moisten dumps

to crave its sweet nectar

just from my indecent

proposals

Some might think

my hiatus has 

something to do with 

a terrible disease called

Exhaustion

When I gifted my works 

in batches at a time

out of a need for new energies 

to flow

And after giving my best bud

his proper sendoff 

by sharing his beloved gift to the world

I’m free of my contractual shackles to the 

afterworld

to continue my writing life anew in this 

livingworld

Thanks to my hyssop and lamb’s blood

Writer’s block 

passed over me in the night

only for my creativity to be snuffed

by a ravenous carcinogen

I’m beating into remission

I may not have the deluge 

(to release years of work) like I once had, 

but 

I will come back strong 

in crazy tantalizing spurts

I yearn for the day 

I used to have my solitude,

my peace

enjoyed my freedom

writing in the nude

and frequently toying with my tool 

out of horniness or boredom

Blood flow was a good indicator

I was onto something good

And good I most certainly was!

When I was able to

I got this big desk

and the sundry of nice juicy cocksuckers

thirsty enough to strengthen their jaws

slow-sucked me as I drafted these 

tales

and fed them my wisdom 

as I closed out that scene

for the day

These days, I am forced to share

my space 

with energy vampires

who doubles as dull plastic normies

and fail to understand 

parameters

and my creative process

I do my part,

as I love them as fam

But this makes me 

want to hand back 

half of my bisex card

and pay full respect to 

my heterosexual counterpart

to take the other gender 

off my hand

Now that I know

why my creativity soars

only to die 

after a few hours

I am going to do

what I can 

to work 

around this situation

I take far more bites out of life 

these days

repealing the word 

“retiree” for “adventurer”

as I find new things to do 

outside of looped conversations

I do yearn for the days 

I can freeball in freedom

and write whatever 

filth comes to mind!

Soon, my friend

Soon