without artificial flavor

its not a pain in the heart
or a vent in an overwrought mind
its a steady lust that grows
that dictates when its time
a throb in the groin
before the crime
on keyboard a paper a wall
the medium ceases to be
and I the world the all
only the madness to be fed
or torn apart
inside a moment for a while
an image of a pleasure seen and felt
a sweet heavy lingering inside the throat
between ecstasy and a choke hold
hypomania is at it again


One Response

  1. That is very cool, “the medium ceases to be”, that is always the objective.

    ~MM – Thank you Paul, and then what about people who spend years studying mediums 😦 but i do understand, just being contrary 🙂

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