Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Rolling thunder and liquid sun, enchanted days come and gone. Happy moments, blissful nights, vexatious days, this moon and those endless stars. Failing words pound your chest, all rising to a poets end! The poet comes. The poets comes. He waits for you to bring the sun. Wondering why the sky is blue? Parading his words as if they were something new. Wishing, hoping, praying. Attempting to mend the days of prideful joy, seeking a lover, only to tear apart—this visionless ploy. Dark clouds in the distance, wouldn’t you like to know! The sun shines, though no one is listening, now awakened by the patter of children. Awoke! He cries, and breaks down into an ocean of Alice’s tears, while the rabbit counts his blessings—a heart full of want, desire, passion, and countless nights of pleasure that only a poet could write about. Wouldn’t you like to know! Or is the fantasy enough? An Enchantment! Hearts beating, tongues dancing, sweat rolling down his chest, skin awakened by her fingertips soul, toes curl, their hearts unfurl, eyes close, love opens, penetration comes only when the lock is broken—moist, dew—Do you want me? Wet hot silence! Screams, moans! Oh! the things she would say! Hearts beat faster, universes collide, stars collapse tearing down the walls of our pride. A moment of your embrace takes years off my life. A drop of your lovemaking keeps me alive. DON’T STOP FUCKING— ...MY MIND!
