Pillowy Adrenal Glands Poem by Josh Terpening

Cotton snowflake white
And two nasal collections
Yippee
No need in deciphering equivocality
Lovely feelings
Great momentum
Down in the lowly bizarre troughs
I do like to tread in the velvety sands
Of a false sense of well being.

This is my ephemeral land
A moment to savor the flavor of the circling sun
To catch a partial reflection
In the watery psyche
The breadth of young feathers
Shiny as a tar-dripping sickle.

Where are your azure hues
Now that I must leave this place (page)
I must enter some eerie room
Where it matters not if your eyes are green or blue

Foaming furious are the waves
Of the uncharted sea residing inside of me
The greatest anticipation follows your entrails
And quite pale.

Willfully wrong
So exhausted obscure sight
So lugubrious the flight
No tiny hostile ballet dancers on my shoulders
No mammoth-handed monster squeezing my heel
Frail laser lightening bolted nerves
Internal green neon ooze
No one knows.