cerebral intercourse
Posted: October 15th, 2011, 8:52 am
I walked in every thunderstorm
despite the predictions of doom
or gloomy destiny without even
a yellow slicker of protection
so I could feel firsthand the rain-
drops of life that leach into cob-webbed
pores saturating the latent neurotic dust
that accumulates in the corner, tuned in
to the brother self that craves a killer
sunrise brighter than a baby's smile,
I walked across the desert without
an umbrella of safety to shield my eyes
so I could double dare the sun to sear
the sleeping receptors that spark
the initiative to throw off the blankets,
sparks that convince an atrophied ass
to flex its muscles, sparks that get tree-
trunked feet out of bed, on to the floor
sparks that ignite the drapery of immobility
sparks that melt the morbid apathy
of men like a rock-hard Popsicle
ignored on the july sidewalk, sparks
that sting the protected skull
over and over, and over again
the hornets of imagination, reckless
undulating abdomens, injecting neo-life
into a karloffian body, the only known
antidote to paralyzed dreams and frozen accounts
sparks that light the spirit walkway
sparks of wasp-like zest
sparks that heat my discontentment
with every single spastic penetration
despite the predictions of doom
or gloomy destiny without even
a yellow slicker of protection
so I could feel firsthand the rain-
drops of life that leach into cob-webbed
pores saturating the latent neurotic dust
that accumulates in the corner, tuned in
to the brother self that craves a killer
sunrise brighter than a baby's smile,
I walked across the desert without
an umbrella of safety to shield my eyes
so I could double dare the sun to sear
the sleeping receptors that spark
the initiative to throw off the blankets,
sparks that convince an atrophied ass
to flex its muscles, sparks that get tree-
trunked feet out of bed, on to the floor
sparks that ignite the drapery of immobility
sparks that melt the morbid apathy
of men like a rock-hard Popsicle
ignored on the july sidewalk, sparks
that sting the protected skull
over and over, and over again
the hornets of imagination, reckless
undulating abdomens, injecting neo-life
into a karloffian body, the only known
antidote to paralyzed dreams and frozen accounts
sparks that light the spirit walkway
sparks of wasp-like zest
sparks that heat my discontentment
with every single spastic penetration