TOMORROW CUMS

   
   
i    
wake    
in the night    
from restless sleep    
and think to myself    
tomorrow    
cums  
   
let out    
of my head    
squeezed out    
of this pen    
forged under    
these dance steps    
of index finger    
and thumb    
   
as here    
in the dark    
feelings arouse    
in the undergarments          
of dreams and thoughts    
then hurriedly undress    
out of these    
threadbare    
words    
   
as my    
hand erects    
this rigid pen    
here in the frenzy    
of self expression    
fresh  warm ink    
soon freely    
flows and  
spills  
   
as    
these words    
are thrown off  
like passion torn clothes    
now strewn all over    
the flat world  
floor of this    
page    
   
a    
spontaneous act    
born on this    
late night stage    
where explosive    
naked feelings    
soon dissipate    
in a slow    
burst glow    
of heat    
   
as i    
slowly  
fall off    
back into sleep  
i briefly rethink    
to myself yet again
in each seed like
spurted out word
indeed  in seed  
tomorrow cums
cums and
cums
again