"latenite" poems
Warm headlights cut through the muggy latenite
of the strange wet dream.
All the anger, frustration and pain
shift to
primitive energy (skin tight and mad doper than smack).
does it get surreal?
The desire for an invasion of your body is like a suspicion
overloading the ocean of ones and zeros.
the reservoir is full again.
planetary evolution is merely a diversion.
Look, mommy, there is an airplane in the sky.
pleasure
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC