Stress

Your fingernails are scraping my sheets!

bleak, raw veins, they shriek 

causing my insignificant blood stream to change colors significantly 

and I am still beating off, right on cue,

thumping, ticking, pounding like a heart’s beat

electric chair, pepper formed diamonds attracted to my hazel like sight 

trying to remember memories that were never there

Ugly madman, you are fucking seaman

and the babies are blue

blue like the washed up solider men pissing their pants

the calender is burning the offices of the nation

proud colors, we sing of red white and blue 

and the yellow coward is fingering the cheap dollar store brand doll

while caressing my chest, playing some sweet radio tune

swagger walks the streets of disbelief

still relieving pain from these courtroom cunts

expanding, like the burnt froth I grease down my throat 

listening to story tellers and god spellers 

babbling like some redundant column of an angst love

seeing my thoughts as well as the tickle sensation 

of brother john’s touch

because it’s easier to laugh

and damn you for that

for not reading my words

thinking I am building electric factories

and not bleeding on paper.

I am still dancing for you

and you boy, won’t even bash an eye lash