This poem is called 7
What a funny time
I want to burst out laughing
Half the time at least
I’m having fanciful thoughts about clouds
Milkshakes bringing me to the yard
It’s actually extremely lonely
Wild & weird
Life unbearably beautiful to behold
I’m beside myself with spring fever
& it’s autumn
I’m wowed
I’m awed
I’ve had my head turned 476 degrees
Now I’m really sad
That it’s too intense
I grow too childlike
My 7th child
I have to go into the void
To escape the pain of the overwhelming pleasure
Of being an orgasmic man
Life turns me on
Like a 1950s computer
A room full of flashing lights
A spaceship full of green men
The day the aliens landed
& called it Good
& spunked all the 7th day
70 times 7
This poem is called 7
7th Heaven
But it in its own way
Is Hell.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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