Food seems to present itself in fits of ecstasy
Letting loose inhibitions
Until every dish yells please;
Tingling sensations exhude
While remaining present.
My mind consumes,
While dangling about
Like back alley musicians,
Sprouts and rice
Make their way towards desire
In an elixir of taste.
Tag: sensation
Sensations (day 1395)
A feeling of high lifting
Tingling sensations;
Crawling and digging
And reaching these finest points
Of the richest parts
Of Love’s bountiful ocean.
Long Tea (day 1362)
You had never been to London,
Though you worked a crooked game.
You had long lines of a lonely lover,
You were always on my mind.
There were singing birds passing
Sky high to be always better,
You shared thoughts of sweet memories,
You were always on my mind.
Your fingers opulently touched
Every line of each note taken,
Supple lips of secret sensations,
You were always on my mind.
Sweet tea of lemon ginger.
Black jeans with broken leather.
Foreign food and I knew better,
You were always on my mind.
As the Dagger Begins to Sink (day 772)
Don’t throw away my misery as if I’ve been kindly handling your manner for years
Respect it and covet it like a well worn lawn mower, hardly spewing black smoke
And dance around it with spears and face paint while chanting god-speek
Because if you, for one single moment, think the moon will set before the deed is done
Then you’re sadly mistaken, sadly believing in mystics and chimera
Barking at the moon fully loaded for bear with a hand down your trousers
While the children of the night roll around at your feet, stretching for answers
Into the pale night skies pockmark’d rivers of darkness
Don’t let me be, standing here against the cold wall of ancient growth alone and heavily breathing
Listening for forgotten sounds to ring alert, echoing in the night
A calming sensation growing up through my spine as anxious boils over into my thoughts
When the dagger begins to sink into it’s last goodbye
Merci Beaucoup (day 403)
Le Daron fills my essence
Saturates my soul with
Foreign words and
Romantic candles
Night fills my lungs
With sweet soul
Long lasting vibrations
Life, and whose living
The end of an evening
Of the end of a period
Of the start of a time
To newly discovered
Sweet sensations of
A jungle within streets
A soul underneath
A land with cobblestones
Sensations among the guarded
A little let loose
A memory and a beat
The reason to my existence
Tonight I have found
Tonight I exist
Merci beaucoup