Well Of Desires

The well of desires I match With the well of verse ejaculation And as ejaculations So much require orgasms So I have to have aesthetic Orgasms And I do And I do That’s why The well wells up Desires, emotions, rants All mixed Conjured by magic wand Mightier than Prospero's: The well of desires The well of verse The well of mighty tanks For a time The well was empty Dry the sides With over growing moss But Then Explosion of the well The Bomb of Emotion Splashed as it fell Trembled and vibrated In the first chills Of the cold waters: Then Burst the lid of the well Face red with orgasm and with effort joy and suffering pain and heaving upheaval of the dormant feelings. there were some moments yet that you had to travel through the music of emotions keep up with me Keep up! the first rain had fallen not long it had been but the first rain had fallen: I told you to photograph the old mansion auto-termed 'palazzino' but you shoved my hands away my pointing hands said 'It be not beautiful' But all things be beautiful! Gradation there be; but a minimum percentage of beauty equally. The Well of Verses splattered all over the place verses and seeds before the night before the dusk after the Dawn: erect and short a Poet Seer chanted high in that silent wilderness