Satori: obsession with drowning, foreign damsels in distress, and drinking whiskey

一 Drowning

though it's been years i'm still wet behind the ears
face down in pretty puddles parched
life sends its wet work team to make the mark
it can flow quick in the quiet cunning stream

calling for the rope net cargo of breath
as though some feathered quills will pen their final lines faint and bold
it can crash silent surprises down salmon swimming streams
swaddle me in the softest blankets blue

on the edge of drip drip drop little April showers song
trachea spasm sank into the nostrils now and then
you will fill my pulmonary edemas intrigue
past exhausted lips with pit and gallows

cold water submersion salutations
quenching thirst on the threshold of life's back porch pucker up
the sun pierced rippling one point perspective shadows
fading axis pictures plane is parallel

batik rays on the bottom of the summer swimming pools
burning bare foot blacktop parking lots
sun bathing with bikini tops off
we shall not break the surface of the water this day



二 Foreign damsels in distress

dynamics drank me dry on the count of courting when taken by the hand
i realized i prefer the company of a foreign woman whisking as cake batter
fingered on the kitchen counter
i'm a fickle son of a bitch

conversation has a different slant
arching angles
arching angels backs during sexual ideas purgatory
leaping into the unknowns strange leg itch

emotionally challenged and fueled with the sins endorphin eateries  
spontaneity spanked me with a fucking riding crop
Love is not average but red whip marks across my ass
shes the Dominate tonight

i embraced her attitude dropping icicles
breaking bonds in the desert bone yards sun
nuances and idioms interlope on even the brightest shining star
i was closed off like a caged animal for my own good

so now the curve of verse invites me in her loving arms
cursive's alliteration still has nothing on her harrowing hello
the cold drop of a trust fall failing
knowing no ones there to catch you on this self sabotage subject matter

its been a year and i could still auto erotic asphyxiate the way i think
Love made us liars
leaping onto runaway train car troubled minds
a movie monster hallow broken sphere of cells jumping the rails

every time i sneeze i skip a palpitations beat
she ate my hijacked heart on the dance floor and nose dived it
poetry pales in comparison but it's the best that i could do
i was fortunate to call you more than a friend



三 Drinking whiskey

Woke me from the nightmares negligence
or did it put me right to sleep
line'em up but shoot'em tree sloth slow
savor the scythe stabbing through my rib cage

boilermaker down the charred oak barrel hatch
or chased down with a coke
yet i come full circle
of wanting to drown in her single malt whiskey eyes