Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

need a booster shot today
an ethereal hypodermic
a bout nine inches long
loaded with wonder

brain balms, sexy stimulants
anthropoid analgesics
hands-on hypnotic juices
injected in a big whoooosh

in each sleeping temple
so the metal tips cross
like therapeutic swords,
I need a Bufford Pusser type

to hit me good
with a 46 inch Louisville Slugger
lightning quick like some
kinda hobo pinata, knock some

fucking sense
into me cause the regular sense
won't be enough this time,
neither will the mid grade Silver Sentrum

No, I need the high test shit,
I need someone to turn on the light
that doesn't merely shed itself 'round the room
scattering the roaches making silly shadows

no I need the light that orders renegade sparks
on a mission to hell, like Mr. Phelps
Mission Fucking Impossible !.....sans Tom Cruise
'cause I can't get into a Scientology

I need to wake up a comatose citizen
paralyzed
by his own lack of imagination,
I'm almost there.

those days. need that something. good capture.

Saw, Great sentiments in your poem... Where's the "medicine" for dragging "sinus rendering" days like today? Boo yah!

thanx gents, appreciate the feedback.....i'm sure we all have days where we need a little help with inspiration and motivation......in and out of ruts, the cycles than spin us clean and dry.....