The Reclamation Of The Pleasure Prerogative Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I didn't mean to explode on you
I hope you didn't get too much on you
But I was only speaking up so at least someone knew
Someone knew I was still alive and animated

Bury the cosmos in real world concerns
Civilize the heathen and make him miserable like the rest of us
I'm thinking of what the body wants but I'm also thinking of how the body fails

Through the veil of humiliation, I'll start taking back what is mine
Spinning newfound garments out of imperceptible nothings
And then wearing them for appreciative losers
How they get together is the effort hardly worth mentioning
Actually, to you that is important but it feels unnecessary when spoken

That's the visual image of the day
Driving by the river at about 5: 30 in the evening
The sun hitting it like a blind spot sending up shards of sunlight
I wish we could obliterate the senses the same way
Make the totality of senses the occupier of every input

Pleasure as priority and that's not a second childhood
That's your first earned vacation
From responsibility, from trying too hard
From the looking down on vulgar asking
From the answers that don't matter