Drawer Slammed Gash Poem by Erik Wilson

Gash nuisance reverberates;

pulsing under textured beige bandages

Feel Heat and throbs of skewered, ribbed gore.

Gash of licky, icky, itchy mind spiraling-

vomiting blotchy scratches-

stinging rays of electrified hydrogen peroxide-roast rancid bacteria

Gash illuminated by oblong obtrusive lamps

carrying steep hills to some kind of Nirvana.

Cherry Blossoms whisk aromatically towards my weathered, robust face

I study at the library with Beethoven-

he always plays the 6th Symphony for me, and with such pastoral cares

I dream maniacal dreams with him-we are flickering above enigmatic Sahara sand dunes.

The lunar rays announces to us lands of bewildered open-minded refinement

The Millennial generation drum their fingers in solace

cryptic joy flutters and flits to the sound of aviary trumpets.

Inspiration is a convoy to far Opiate Oriental lands.

I'm landing on the moon;

imprinting influence on extraterrestrial lands