The diagonal hold - a single breast stroke;
Two sexes are bulging in vertical attack;
I want to jump off, jumping off onto the floor;
Just to keep my pen going.
The iridescence of light bulbs lighting;
As I spit off unknown heights;
It isn’t pretty but the damage is done;
It’s crazy- just to keep my pen going.
Just as I inject myself with the essential mind food beta bloc;
The vitamin C monster devouring all my words;
The sweat of one kiss as I cramp with energy;
The humidity on my face justifiably obscene.
The electricity from a power plant;
The green weak with death and collapsing;
Of the fear that I ate and swallowed;
The sticky glue that keeps the words to my mind.
From the question to the gesture;
From the despair to the structure;
To know the terms of the poisonous sensation;
In the tone of my voice in one manipulation;
Just to keep my pen going!
coyright 2010
