The Floodgates of Masturbation and Dreams

[Poetry In Motion]

A thrashing of bones and
sperm fissure out of thin air.
My masturbatory fantasy:
women crowding in yellow like The Simpsons,
I continue to touch myself,
dreaming and masturbation line up
like pale gold stars, it is key
to live that good life, dream peacefully,
without disruption, which is why
I analyse reveries like mouse experiments.
Freud is an ambassador to a lopsided world.
Freud is a witness
to a damn good masturbation.
Watch me fiddle the violin,
a metaphor for keeping that floodgate open.