I could construct a mansion
That overlooks the oceans
Maybe it’s the mania
Maybe it’s euphoria
When the words flow like semen
They birth fictitious chldren
And they were labors of love
Then you set them free like doves
It’s like a catharsis
Another genesis
Faith and evolution
A flying bus station
I ejaculate
When I create
And sometimes I purge
Rivers of words
It’s making love that is free
of an icky mess and disease
The passion flows like caffeine
Tingling is the flow’s theme
Sometimes innocence is my muse
Sometimes it’s the way we’re abused
Sometimes novels leave just one clue
That life can be more than just blue
It’s like exploration
It’s earthly salvation
Searching through our own juice
And setting our veins loose
I ejaculate
When I create
And sometimes I purge
Rivers of words
Has the US found freedom?
That outdoor asylum
When it fails to be strong
My paper rambles on
I ejaculate
When I create
And sometimes I purge
Rivers of words.