Extracting it all

A new high
My dial on “die”
Oh, crush me between your knees tonight
And squeeze me ripe, my over-alive overdrive.
What wonderful senses you have: you hyper-sexual specimen of desire.
What a wonderful world your mind must be!
Your halo hovers over me,
A magnetic field, robbing every atom of every thought I ever had --
I can see the permutations,
And those worldly calculations blur by
Like burning tickertape, reading the raping of the earth, supplying its supply,
Extracting it all.
Extracting it all.
Title of this poem:
Extracting it all.
Extracting it all.

6/23/2011 Yokosuka Line, Totsuka