Hundred And Seventy Two 9.30.16
1) Friday sweet love! Welcome home to my arms.. let us “sing the body electric”.. oh for “I like my body when it’s with yours”!
2) The Poem:
Bukowski
a song with no end
Oh my gawwwd! Read More Bukowski kids! Pop the words in your mouth, suck them each like grapes, let it turn to sweet wine, get drunk on it, let it go rushing through your veins. Feel that heat! Should I expose myself to the annihilation to find the indestructible? Maybe!! I have walked a thousands miles in darkness. It is safe! Death will come for us.. and it will come without a heads up text message. Let me not spend my time here waiting, and standing on my balance point! Let me not make it easy for it to catch me! Let me make it work and sweat! To hell with a balance of a short travelled distances.. How do you know you are at the balance if you have not defined spectrum? Let us the find the edge. Let us not be detained, the darkness is deep, let us go skinny dipping. Give me your hand or find a hand that will jump with you into this unknown journey called life! Death has tried me a few times, and it knows that I’m a hard nut to crack – I, too, sing the body electric. I have been broken a thousand time, and been fixed a thousand times. I will not stop loving, living, breathing! When the death comes, I will be laughing and looking it in the eye and will give it the hottest kiss it has ever tasted! And then we’ll both cry, have shot of whiskey, and we’ll go on our journey… I am not just a visitor in this world nor shall be! ..oh the madness! oh the hilarity of the youth. oh to be untamed! Oh to be the trouble! Ah the Breeze! Ah the powerful play!
a song with no end
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric”
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.
3) The rant and links:
Oh my gawwwd! Read More Bukowski kids! Pop the words in your mouth, suck them each like grapes, let it turn to sweet wine, get drunk on it, let it go rushing through your veins. Feel that heat! Should I expose myself to the annihilation to find the indestructible? Maybe!! I have walked a thousands miles in darkness. It is safe! Death will come for us.. and it will come without a heads up text message. Let me not spend my time here waiting, and standing on my balance point! Let me not make it easy for it to catch me! Let me make it work and sweat! To hell with a balance of a short travelled distances.. How do you know you are at the balance if you have not defined spectrum? Let us the find the edge. Let us not be detained, the darkness is deep, let us go skinny dipping. Give me your hand or find a hand that will jump with you into this unknown journey called life! Death has tried me a few times, and it knows that I’m a hard nut to crack – I, too, sing the body electric. I have been broken a thousand time, and been fixed a thousand times. I will not stop loving, living, breathing! When the death comes, I will be laughing and looking it in the eye and will give it the hottest kiss it has ever tasted! And then we’ll both cry, have shot of whiskey, and we’ll go on our journey… I am not just a visitor in this world nor shall be! ..oh the madness! oh the hilarity of the youth. oh to be untamed! Oh to be the trouble! Ah the Breeze! Ah the powerful play!
*Bangs on the table* — this last part is for my dearest Loren BXTR Juanito — Love you BuddAy!
One Poem At A Time 