Uh, Uhh, UHHHHH!

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We think and then we feel.  Behind the thought

Of death our lives peek out.  They whisper or

At least they push aside what death has taught.

Behind the pattern of our doom life’s roar

Fills up our dreams and wishes.  Living haunts

The tombstones.  Cemeteries turn to mist.

Their marble turns to sublimation taunts.

Our days become the lovers never kissed

Except in slimy fantasies.  We feel

Our way like virgins blind to turgid love

In beds of reverie.  Sex made of steel

The women want.  They need a stainless shove.

  They do not want the mess of slime.  They dream

    Of thrusts from Gods, desiring whimpered scream.