Poet's Nook

[Akuko]

Something new this time and very different from my usual poems. Let me know what you think!

Lycanthropic Musings

After the movie, about some wanderlust hallucinatory beat poet, I become inspired and begin to spew original thought, vomiting prose is if it were fairy dust, amazed and awed.

It is nothing but ejaculate after the climax of the cinematic experience. I am nothing but my thoughts, nothing but my emotions, my tears become enlivened and I cannot stop.

I become animated and battle wits for a moment. Suddenly I need some paper. A thought has become stuck, much like some mucous covered dust mite, and I hurriedly find a pen. I sneeze my thought onto the napkin and bask in the afterglow of birth.

The creation looks dark on the white canvas. “My books are my playmates, imaginary and tattered, loved, beloved and lovingly dirty; abused, neglected. Dog eared, broken and smeared.”

I look again and see another golden booger, “obscenity is in the eye of the beholder,”

Bless you Kerouac, bless you Ginsberg for scooping up your brain matter and smearing it on the white wall that is life, letting us see the gray matter, the blood, the sweat, the cigarettes, the whiskey, the ejaculate that was your mind.

I know I merely parrot, pantomime what you essentially created, and yet I call bullshit! My words are MY creation, MY come, MY sweat, MY blood, MY expended energy.

I borrow your form, I nod to your art and I create my own. I am no Kerouac, I am no Pollack. I will smear my fecal matter upon the wall if need be! I am using my one great tool, my computing, calculating, discerning MIND.

Mock me if you will, tell me I am a cheat, a liar, a thief. None of us are original, but we are all unique. I am fearless, unafraid of my tears, unafraid of the lycanthrope that wishes to all but scream from me.