Aroused by an exotic thought of random desire
my finger tips stroke the keys in rhythmic thrusts
one idea exhausts another
rapturous indulgences, as each stroke caresses ego
never cautious, always hungering
lusting for more
pent up frustrations surface in the clockwork love affair
the eroticism in the written word, at least in my deepest grey
the climax arrives too soon
as the ink ejaculates words across the page, remorse
self-thought brilliance comes to truth
the work, once "inspired", now seen for what it is
nothing more than grammatical masturbation
-J.G. Smith (08/10/05)
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