Thursday, May 6, 2010
SPEEDFREAK by Jeff Callaway
SPEEDFREAK
by Jeff Callaway
when
i shoot
that speed-fluid
into miles of my mind
with my blood in the spoon
and my gears cranking grinding
the light from the blast almost blinding
i'm staring at my
tennis shoes
grin smiling widely
i'm all screwed up
i'm turned sort of sideways
most likely
i tuned in
and tied off
and told stories
so gory my blood bumps pump
i grind my teeth together
more by the hour
this speed is a concrete shower
that i breathe in deep
bleeding deep
like dark horses
through ether lucid fantasies
so that confusion is not my enemy
and fear is not in my vocabulary
with my going on a green light mentality
that is rushing through my veins
i am
a pharmacopoeia
a rocket ship speedfreak dopefucked fantasy
or fiasco rather
i am
sleazy seedy bumps in the bathrooms of
convenient stores
i am
the wicked wind whispering of
which wargasms
to slam a gram and orgasm
i suppose i must dispose
of these shards
of my electric minds eye
as i empty the dumpster of my
dream-like thought progressions
to shoot my wad into the sky
and expel the stars of spirits
ringy and twisted
and then
i shoot the works
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