Pleasure Poem by Daniel June

The Cider was good at a gulp,
So I swallowed the gallon.
I ate the tender bacon
And counted it providence.

I pleasured myself to an orgasm
That so weakened me with joy
That I napped innocently on the couch

I awoke, and read Emerson
And felt romance for his spotless mind.

I emptied the contents of my notebook
Into the womb of my books
And am happier then I ever hoped to be.

Is joy always so easy?
Who has the evil eye for life?
Life is beautiful!