Before I die
I want to write another ten thousand poems
I want to slash my wrists
Pour my blood over every page
Gouge deep furrows into my fertile soul
Write intrepid words and phrases
Behold bursting stars and fiery comets
Witness flaming asteroids and incorrigible dreams
Stream along shafts of supernatural light
Discover ship wrecks and deserted islands
Foster the wanting mindful kind
Mindful of my copper patina and metallic thought
Everything breathing more intensely now
Creatures creeping from that swamp I call my mind
Cultivated by the full moon on a harvest night
I'm mining words from the deepest tunnels that I find
Sluicing magnetic sand over phlegmatic rills
Tumbling poems through the expectant ball mill
A watery ditch along my arcane existence
Respectful of that furrowed edge
Flakes of magnetite and emotional iron weigh me down
I'm searching for tempered steel and gleaming gold
Glittering emeralds and jewels I'd like to find
Hope diamonds come marching two by two
One mesmerizing facet after another
Those entrancing Eldorados and valleys full of Lapis Lazuli
Herds of trumpeting Emu and wild rubies
Flocks of humble birds and lofty Muse
All that literary attraction
All that radio-active migration
Isotopes searching for foreign beaches and pacific recreation
Stratified lightning bolting through our veins
Corruption that can never be deciphered
Reciphering an electric discussion of importunity
A pyramid of fortune seeking amphibians
Coming for pleasure and to lay their emblematic eggs
So much world and opportunity
All those deep rivers and rushing waterways
All those magnificent king salmon
Royal milt and servant roe
Schools of fish worth a million words
Creation spilling down every riffle
Complex surging over every waterfall
Slow sad words and blessed sacred water
What impossible mission is this?
The flood gates are open
The dam has broken
Bequest a raging overflow of random thought
Sounding beyond ageless depth and stature
Respecting boundaries of trim electrons
Atoms zipping through our veins
Spewing conjecture and ripped fantasy
Gripping phantasms haunting every aisle and street
Crimson molecules colliding with the consuming world
Bloody spectres creeping out as poems
Ten thousand bloody poems later
A vampire entity might find me again
Conspire in some other world
Awake to remind myself
I am one apostrophe
Stenciled amongst a billion pages
One curved comma
Tendered in this lengthy human novel
Rendering detachment and unfounded trauma perhaps
Expounding some folksy roving rhyme
Beastial ink dripping across every timely page
I'm engaging myself
Awash in letters and this creative flood
Rejoicing in all this fabricated play
Reveling in all that spilled ink and blood
Composing poetry every provocative day