LucyFur Rides Out
by crumbum
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-12-08 05:12:00
I write, therefore i burn light in spiralin words
i bring…it…down…baby
bring it DOWN, and let it blaze its helix wand
I write like a bat out of hell’s bells
I am a believer of the power of the word
to destroy and create
in its own way
I write, and once the sizzling word leaves my
long sensual tongue it , lingers there for a moment
like a tasty morsel that I torment my senses with
a kind of delicious tease of my indemnity
I write for the fucking heck of it, heaven is for harp
pluckers, but I am an arty fucker that just needs
my east west yin yang thang twanged
I write to unleash symbolic language into the mainline
like Heroin, like pure knowledge that I extract from
the flower of golden ecstacy honey
I do not believe in any thing after i read it
I take what I can use for the fix, and I ruthlessly
plunge the vile stuf into its meridian point
i go for the motherload vein of thought
i draw out the chunks of compacted reason
from the dark caverns of human experience
and i cook it in the spoon of my fallen one imagination
savoring the cotten with the syringe of my intent
zooming devilishy in on the bubblin tar baby
of my graphic gothic poppy nightmare
my blood channels run along the highway
on my stash house body of infernal light
I write like a drug fiend on out of control chaos binges
i binge on rogue poets from all over the world that
have seen the terrible gnostic lantern in the belly
of the Narn beast, i am a depraived street cona
priest, preacher howlin my visions to the passer
by
I Cry, slogans of freedom seekers to the wicked air
I don’t care, I need you to awaken to my poetry jones
I need you to understand my journey from the high place
to the low place, i need you to feel my pain for a instant
so i can pleasure in your recognition of my jazz taunt
see the suffering of the earth, and know where we have
come and gone….I write,
and I hold up a black fire of zero sun in a coined ocean
I plumet to the deeps of the devil’s deep blue sea
to find a sunken treasure of a Alantean crystal lumen
I ride the currents of underwater writting that bleed spirit
I write, the words speak for themselves, mirrors to the hardcore morning star
