Driving All Night Because I Drove All Day
I drove all day today
All morning noon and evening
Now it’s night, that’s not day!
Now is a different time entirely
I thought in poems all day long
I wrote them in my blood stream
They circulated as thoughts
And coagulated as melodies
I wish I could’ve written them down
But I was busy driving, you see
Driving is an engaging activity
If you let it be
Poems came in
One, two, three
Simultaneous rhythms and
Percussive tirades of two against three
I listened to others’ music and poetry
And they all sounded like magic to me
I am so inspired
By the broken hearts that gathered courage
To fight, to sing, one more chart
One more try, one more time
Eventually, you’ll beg to stop
Some artists aren’t meant to be at the top
Exposed for the whole world to see
But as for me, I’m showbiz!
Through-and-through
A star burning bright
My coat of many colors
Has cum all over it
“Don’t let anybody put out your fire”–
Said some jackass professor in college
Right. Dickface.
Like I could be extinguished
What do you think college did?
Light my little fire?
How cute
Lighting my little lantern
Haha right
A little lantern
More like a flamethrower built
To burn two dicks at once
Fucking firepower my ass
I’m a volcanic cunt
I got to where I went because of it
And I burned through every dickhead there
I wasn’t invited, I didn’t belong
But I conquered and I reigned
Extinguish my fire? Belittle my flame?
You’d be doing me a favor
I burn from the inside out
Magma is my mantra
Erupting hot lava
It’s not lava until it
Ejaculates. HAH.
My “fire” is bigger than your imagination,
You dumb sack of tits
Nobody could extinguish me
Not even the sea
As I said
I am a Volcanic cunt
Not to be confused with
Some petty groveling bic
Pit your pity somewhere where
When I destroy it and consume you
You would be surprised, annoyed
You’ll be blown away
Turned to ash, maybe a part of you will be
Caught in my tar pits
You’ll be lucky if I help
To immortalize you
And I’ll be lucky
If I survive this road trip in one peace
God, more driving
All day tomorrow
Morning, afternoon and evening
But at night,
I’m still broiling
Stuck on the road still,
Thinking and steaming and pressing
Processing new poems but
Unable to write them
Don’t let life put out your fire!
What if your fire is all-consuming?
Another poem for another
Road trip? No, I can’t live this way
I’ll try to take more breaks
But lava flows persistently
Just ask Pompeii