Sun of my mind

short poem

I had a vision the sun swallowed the world and it was the happiest I had ever been
It enveloped all of life like a weighted blanket that covers a sick child as he goes to sleep
I wrote the beginning to a poem before I gave up love and buried myself under the earth
And I stayed there for a short 7 seconds until the Muses all violently grabbed me by the limbs

They forced me out with their hands all over, bruising and crushing
They grabbed me by the hair and pulled my eyes into the sun
The rays of light it ejaculated invaded my orifices like a tentacle does to a japanese woman
So great was the painloveterror from it that a holy orgasm shook my whole being

I spilled out that of me which then made the rivers of wine which course the veins of the man
That I then turn to, like a rabid pig looking for its slop, and bite and eat and fuck its parts
Its an incestous political project that plans to implement my face’s reflection on every river
That I see it and drink from it in its foreign parts and intimate (mine) parts
An euphoria of autophilia, philia, philiaphilia

It is at that moment that I’m turned into a child again, because the muses forced it out of me
I do what children do and roll and roll and roll until I become the very wheel of life itself
And I have nothing better to do, no greater pain to bring me joy
I will roll until I finally fall in that ocean of real (dark) water, and see the stars and planets
And when I do will be but a small prince in awe of its own death

I floated out of the water, bloated up and dead, a gentle lady took me to the earth
I decided not to give up on love, so I stayed there
I stayed there and the crows and coyotes and vultures ate my flesh in an intense raping
And my seed made out of flesh went with them in the nature of their lives.