How Does a Pilgrim Progress?

She slogs
through
not around

She rises
up
from falling

She brushes
off
the mud

She binds
up
her wounds

She asks
for
help and healing

She wants
to
notice

She practices
being
thankful

She sees
much
beauty

She wipes
her
tears away

She progresses
because of
grit.

Elsa

She wears 

a pensive face

under a turban

holding 

all her thoughts

tight

inside her brain

so it won't explode

exuberant ideas

that shout 

for release 

Wasted By Pornography

Is it worth it? You spill your strength
 - it pulses into an open palm
lined with tissue absorbing
your milky manhood
aroused by that one dimensional
girl who always smiles

(because to get paid
or get the next hit to numb
the hopeless shame she can't
escape from -
she has to paste on
a smile for the money shot -
no matter what painful degradations
or horrific atrocities
she is experiencing as you watch
with pleasure.)

Young man,
after your quick and easy
release -

do you wonder if you are a coward
to waste it, your magnificent manhood?
Your lack of ambition for wooing
and winning one of those
complicated, intricate,
fascinating girls

is her great loss

and the world's.