crashing crescendoes
i miss playing nintendo
like it was an occupation without occupational hazards
other than the virtual anguish over getting fire-roasted by a dragon
but man what a way to go.
i say "fuck all" to dying in my sleep, smiling serenely...
"get gone" to slipping away, greying slightly, whilst bent over a keyboard in a cubicle...
"laugh [followed by loud laugh]" to a stumble-fall, bump-tickle-wheeze, broken-hip, broken-heart jellyfied musculature in a hospital bed.
give me a bengal tigers' low, post-orgasmic-kinda growl-moan
electronic pulses, chemical twitches enlivening these bones
and endorphins plunging through my veins like dolphins in the ocean
and no silly magic potion to change me into a stump or a mighty banyan tree
no, not me...
let the mighty jaws of a miiiigggghhhhty big kitty flex, clench and close
munch, crunch and those
fleeting moments of distinctly sweet agony
like a dragon, see,
to topple this foe.
i am no enemy of escapist fantasies, of Houdini-ing this mortal coil,
sloughing it to the loamy bracket of this earth,
the homey racket of this curse,
the foamy packet of this glassy, gassy, aquatic marble bubble.
shoot, heading off to my next adventure?
select, start, a, a, b - whoops - continue?
ha, no kind of trouble...