The Beast

There's an immediate sense of urgency
again
a constant rush to the head
a worry in vertical free fall
trapped in guitar chord stress
and in angst, like love
I swallowed a ticking bomb
and I'm tied on the train rails
like those 10 minutes before sex
between the living room and the bed
It's all in my head
I can hear the wheels turning
the machine in the basement
huffing and puffing and burning oil
the beast, feeding
Random ideas stand in a springboard
diving into an ice cream cake of thoughts
a puzzle and blender
coffeemaker brewing it all together
with invented color palettes
lonely breasts and photographs
thought of you surrounded by darkness
lip gloss, giggles and 56 smiles
a train whistling goodbye
hats, cigars and handkerchiefs
a ship departing
amidst a foghorn chorus
Then Van Goghs and Picassos
the unbearable weight of morning
with it's beauty and the lack of you
remembering that long ago
when we had much more than what I needed
when I despissed the greed of others
and still do
looking at you
at all of you
from within this fishtank
and the air bubbles, fake plants and glass
it seems, how weird
that it is the World that's trapped
The world
so small and destroyed
but who cares?
I don't
it's my day off and I'm swimming in lattes
ready to go suntan
in a hadron collider somewhere
drop a potato in the microwave
or just sit and write about the nonsense
and the random paintings that fill my mind.