By Don / Date: December 22nd, 2012
I rip the guts out of my old words
There is no cowering within
I want to fuck
I want to taste, to sweat, to moan, to surrender
And leave words in their rightful, smaller place
Goddamn it. They are not strong enough to contain or express
THIS. LIFE. FORCE…
That rips from my heart
Throwing brief shadows of old wounds before they vaporise
In this immense heat, light
Connecting my sex to my speech…
EXPRESS – out with you! out with it all!
No more waiting, longing, cursing. Fuck it!
I choose life and I choose it RIGHT, THE ACTUAL FUCK, NOW…