Enroute to Ecstasy

German/Czech Republic Border, October, 1995

So many cows

on the countryside of Czech`

while German gals pluck

their morning brow

and are fondled

by sex-sorrow-nightmare

 

I want to get to Prague

so I can collect

my know-how gems

and pluck her stems

I want to squeeze wine

from her finger tips

(her bosom full of love)

 

I am a child, sucking the nipple

of an unknown, non-mother

who tilts her chin, toward my forehead

toward convulsing tongue and saliva

 

I am the lamb's intruder,

stealing milk from her breast 

nourishing my American 27 years,

(a poet's lung has collapsed with love)

and the cows are in the field,

each one rushing the train, the rush of pain, ecstasy 

as my tooth cuts through her wet, erect nipple

 

I am thirsty for Love!

thirsty for love and blood, milk and Prague

with her torn kilt, shielding herself

from my hand,

my calloused fingers

palpate the sting

of her salty deluge

and

the cows are rushing the train,

(milk splashing between their legs)

milk splashing between their legs!

and

the farmer with his sickle and club,

rushes for the blood of his wallet

and

their heads are hitting the train

in a suicidal purging­,

I am holding on to this moment ­of ecstasy!

This red-hot moment of,

“AM I DEAD YET?”   

copyright 2002, Frank Messina

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