it starts out with a stimulating thought
and once it starts there is no fighting it,
riding the surges of urges.
i am prisoner to my mind’s desires.
i tag along,
tongue wagging
ready for the romp.
ready to begin
this long
vicarious
fuck
of the imagination.
images begin to take form
in the shadowed flashes
behind eyelashes,
a strobe light-like show of sparks
so bright,
so right,
so out of fucking sight
that everything else is obliterated
in a blink of an eye.
i am alive in the voids of my mind.
empty canvases come to life
thru mere whims of wishes and visions.
i am invigorated and rejuvenated
by the streaming dreams i see.
i’m filled up
and the build up
spills over the edges
as my imagination ejaculation
makes a mess again.