Red-hot blood rushing
Throbbing and flushing
Through the arteries and veins
Around the flesh and bones
Piercing the heart, kidneys and genitals
Of a body made-up of mere clay
Life sings an unheard-poignant melody
May be written by the Oedipus
In the last days of his cursed life
Hormones, neurotransmitters and cytokines
All mixing with the lyrics
Of that unknown-ancient ballad
Psychedelic trances, visual hallucinations
And cocaine bugs
All pining for more
Mercurial surge
Nov 7,2008
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