My
aqueduct snake of gushing wet ejaculate—
My
shower spout of indefinite end,
in
time of drought ran out.
And
all the drying sprouts were forced to fend before
they’d
wilt and die for my store of moisture’s out
on
this summer splash
of noontime sunlight raw.
of noontime sunlight raw.
Like
drool or spit from my endless foamy lips—
Like
nectar—like sap—like sweetest milk
tapped
in birth from nature’s endless supply,
it’s
been running out to steam.
It’s
been wasted on the weeds!—And now this pit-mouth
is
dry and choking for the will of God to stoke my
frontier
sky and bring
the
rains to soak the thaw.
The
Nile in the soil shrank and grass is pale
and
gasping for breath in fear of death
because
an hour passed and still no drop
was felt by its tongue to melt!
Their
blades browned and drowned in the sun’s heatstroke
without
shade—flowers knelt and prayed salvation
in
summer’s Sudan to
open
up my hose’s maw.
Now
lawless paranoia for the Armageddon heat
is
treated when my kink is bent to spring
its
treasure down the lawn in a tidal burst!
Dry
ones put down their mace,
the
sickly bathed, the thirsted drank my splash,
and
a milky drug flew for those junkies in the juice
sitting
again plump on
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