Eureka Process

Words tattooed the pages, the screen
like gin and gas and noise and heat
through wagons and fields following Chi'

God I'm hungry!

I'm hungry! I'm starving!
HOWL!

And Its not about fireworks blasting mad, mad crack spiders
and rain and flesh fixing a hole on the gutter
and the smokin' Trisstessa weeping Tania
The brea and the oil and your voice and the spit
the snatch of despair and the womb of arcadia

Its all returning, its all away
skanking its way out of urban paranoids
and chaos and force and crazy pagan angels

Banging the road in a hitchhike of transcendence and death
Fighting a row to Nietzsche, Kerouac and myself
Its all speeding madly, insane, impotent
in a flow of diverse erratic convulsion
tremendous howl pushing the wagon
push and push

Howl! At the shooting Iskra
As it drifts into the dust of the road and the mad hunger of constellations
A tremendous howl pushed to the highest note of its own matters

Howl!
An agonizing orgasm of anxiety, panic, desire and all the impacting banalities of my interest

Its all away its banging
its there!
And I need hands outstretched to take it
I need nothing
I need anything

I need sullen eyes to see it
I need exploited heart to grab it
Smoke it
Fix it

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Not my best, but it has passion.