120 beats to
the minute
And
accelerating, until deceived
By the
illusion of stillness:
The chemical
simulation of nirvana,
A foretaste
of paradise to come.
Ignoring the
aftertaste
And the
cramps in your guts
You dance
entranced
To the
strobed centre of the universe
Where you
love everyone,
Cry out,
inarticulate, in your ecstasy:
“This’s
fucking awesome man, I love you”
First there
is the anticipation
Then the
rush:
It’s like
being sucked into heaven
On the tail
of a comet;
You’re hot,
and when she touches you
Every pore of
you orgasms;
And you’re
lost in her eyes,
A galaxy in
her eyes, spangles
And an
infinity of empty, dark space;
And you know
now,
The meaning
of love,
The meaning
of life;
Falling into her
eyes,
A throbbing
cascade,
Into the
heart of never never,
Giving birth
endlessly to each other,
Grinning till
you feel
Like your
head’s going to split open.
“This’s
fucking awesome man, I love you”:
What I mean
to say is
Poetry
defeats me,
Love defeats
me,
Life defeats
me.
I submit;
And in
submission, I am bliss.
And the
beauty of this chemistry
Is the
fragile empty hangover
Of a hundred
morning afters:
The exquisite
pain
Of
having suffered too much love.
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