My Life! O I Feel! Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

But it's my life! !
Can't you see through those glasses darkly?
O I swoon when I see how my words slide and glide
Across the monitor screen!

Then a miracle!

My sacred prating is printed on virgin white paper
And I writhe with desire to read the words
One after another in black ink
That I just made up! ! !

O praise be the spirit that inspired me to such heights! !

O ecstasy! I ejaculate with pure pleasure! !
And that guy says I should read Bukowski?
What's he know about the liquid state of my very soul!