I see the thread
Of a pained hunched constipated body
Riveted mind, eyes dashing anxiously
Amassing indexes of information
Assuaging the institutional data quota
Surviving through a psychic slog
Brain and jaws clenched
Leaving his laptop,
Laying on the mattress
Afraid and whirring
Disempowered and alone
Anger brewing in his sacrum and heart
A choked flower bud
The dragon muffled and far,
Yet coiling and feeling through these fibers
I grab my dick
Coconut oil,
And hammer away
Breathing steady,
Farting and unfreezing,
The earth king flittingly emerges
Sexy physique dangling over his throne
A vine and fruit hanging on his arm
Shedding the contracted bitter student
His eyes pierce like gamma rays
As the clenched mind looses
The dragon’s patient felt world:
Gardens hoisting about the monolithic towers
Mango juice dribbling down my abs
(The hurricane is impending!)
No need to fuck the institution
When Nature does that for us.
Fragments of paradise glow dimly
In the deep caverns and mountains
Of fear, pain, isolation, and submission
The true apples of eden,
Conscious elements of the ecological revolution
Weaving into a new tapestry.
Before earth and sea swallow Miami
Humans may summon the latent armies
Of the tireless worm, the steadfast tree
That greasy palms can’t uproot
Nor advertisements sway
The worms work for no ego
Besides the will of the Way
Into heaven and earth’s fertile fuck
Orgasming for days in Miami-Dade
Cumming a sugary rainbow
All from some heaps of shit,
Ravished with water and light
And ok, I’ll write a plan
I just need to get my penis in the fight
And not apologize for extending a physical masturbation session into an intellectual one and publishing it…isn’t the Internet a big pixelated smushfest anyway?
Imagining Cuisine 