ProCrasstheNation

Poem number 3 in the ProCrasstheNation Poemvember Poetry Project came to be inspired by friend Lisa Marie. Energy is grand, especially when you possess it. Seems like most times it possesses you,

Enjoy.

“Energy”

Kinetic, prophetic,

sport drink diuretic.

Consuming energy to win.

Cobble your vices,

to a wall rack of spices

and sport an ol’ shit-eating grin.

Created?

Destroyed?

Expanding the void.

Dark matter the glue of all glues.

Patently despising,

cold event horizon.

Perceived and destroyed,

and consumed.

Potential, kinetic,

late stage diabetic.

Cooking your skag on a spoon.

Stifle the pain,

via first inward vein.

Floating on clouds unapproved.

Fire, electric,

competing reflective.

A compass to lead you to truth.

A water diviner,

went welling inside of,

a quaint meadow valley below.

Could never relent,

despite ending up spent.

Never exceeding the sum of its parts.

Listen, that humming.

Vibrational shuffling.

Energy effigy gold.