Never mind the bollocks, here’s the antibiotics

hands and pills

Lightning strikes me baby;

oh man, it does.

All tapered strings and

such light moves.

Downward licking –

the voltage makes

me high.

Give me shake and

push me raw –

I want to

hurt down low –

so down.

Your shrill voice

in one dimension –

does nothing.

In realtime, like rocks to brains.

You touch my toes;

give more than all could after.

I predict.

Your men admire your tumble,

the reach of

tongue and your

tap of shoes.

Look at you, see with eyes so closed.

You wow the crowd.

Heaven from lungs

just two,

silenced me,

didn’t it?

Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and

feedback thrills.

Chill me while my teeth lay – clenched.

You never fail to raise my bumps.

Don’t go, please, stay.

Go now.

2012 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015

Categories: Allen Ginsberg, Antibiotics, drawing, dreams, Music, Tooth Extraction, Wisdom ToothTags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities.

I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.

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