Oh please, what are material pleasures to a creative like me?
What are they but a baseline; a kick-back to remind,
That there is yet a world that exists beyond, well, me.
What is a climax to a man who can fit existence
Into one potent and ephemeral verse, a nebula
For you to see from here to wherever on the map your dart hits.
Sorry – what was that? Oh, this sounds a little erotic?
Well, why not go the full mile and restrain me
Just don’t awaken a hidden kink in the process;
That was erotic too wasn’t it? Well too bad, I can’t help it.
Once I’ve delved this deep into a piece
Every word begins to bleed into the next
Psychedelic, like cursive, the words connect
Fishy how I get hooked. Ecstatic, yet sporadic, in how I receive and relay
The ideas that accumulate and manifest on the page.
Okay, enough with the showing off *ahem*
“Dear reader, how was your day?”
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: JoeyJazz
If you think I’m only messing around, read the title again.