- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Surrender, Seratonin!
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Click hereHere's the plan.
If I can just maximize
dopamine output,
then fuck seratonin.
I've taken that mother up
to the 13th floor elevators
where elusive neurons
are plastered with the stuff,
cha-chaing, swilling toxic cocktails
in a veritable rooftoop pool party
of my cerebrum which I must crash
to inhibit these gala sweeps
of imagination.
Who wants to go ballroom dancing
with those besotted neurons misfiring,
pissing anxiety down my spine?
I want the still pond,
not the whirlpool, or soon
here it comes
my 19th nervous breakdown,
which will occur
in usual frenzied silence.
So the plan
is to put the dopamine
on a leash. Walk it
twice a day with gusto,
but meditatively.
There may be chakra activity,
my forehead aglow like ET's finger,
bursting red aura.
Them somewhere between
the inhale of brain chemistry
and the susurration of ohm,
I may yet hear lake water
lapping in low sounds
by the shore.
- COMMENTS
foehnover 19 years agoYou zapped it quite nicely into the 21st century... Totally lovely, ... would say more, but am working on trying not to be so wordy.
twelveooneover 19 years agoExtra Points for the use of:
"susurration" close to "lake water lapping in low sounds"
obscure crap from the sixties, surprised nothing from the "Count Five", or a use of "running for the shelter..."
Have you been studying semiotics?
This is a nice image:
"There may be chakra activity,
my forehead aglow like ET's finger,
bursting red aura."
and is a nice clash with cha-chaing use earlier
Personally, I think it's the bread,
Too much bread, not enough figs
Go sit under the banyan tree, watch the limbs touch the ground, touch the ground
easily, the best I've seen here, in the past few days.
