I Exist Poem by John Ackerman

I Exist

as an erection ready to burst
inside the sweat of my hand let the reader understand
through towers that enncompass a rich epitaph
my soul permeates a lasting faith
through borrowed pews with the latest news
the kotex lying on the floor lest I implore
a call for awe so much more but what
working too hard can give you a heart attack
why do we equate logic for fear
branded ivy briars blemished in the exterior of a flood
we tend to sweep thing under the rug
a store bought pardon for the forgotten
have we forgotten Ben Laden
everyone has a voice but no one's using it
the exploits of a harnass in its textual plough

I exist through a flicker then no more
although the powers that be will sway
the taunt of the nightingale puts a smile on my face
yet soon to be erased by the mere notion of sadness
marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact
cheap thrills popping pills & heroin on the street
with ellusive brigade of a fantasy swirling through my brain
snap sot moments on the past with a hope that it would last
no one in this life gets by on any frees pass
I exist in the morning after a night with burgers and frys
through the ceiling beams a light of trivial pursuit
with the notion of a faint whisper in the midnight hour

perhaps I was here before the world began
with soft pillows to prompt my head to give it a sense of solace
to soar to heights unknown
in lucid dreams with midnight screams
a knock on the door lest I implore something more
the hospitible decor with colors of white, green & red
what is going on inside my head
sidewalk zombies with a thirst for blood
a cow chewing on its tender cud
you spoke to me in the tender moments in a dream
lines being formed in a vast stretch of the imagination
perhaps now is a good time to take a rest on a long awaited vacation

I exist through the climax of two lovers in passionate sex
the marble decorum for a thirst for more pleasure
to rest in the basking in the vast expanse between space & time
through wandering hours when faces do shine
faces in the window with storms in the night
I exist to never give up on the fight