SUPER ID (by strictest definition, a poem)

[Khaliban]

I blame Kerouac for this thing. I've lived with it for ten years, and it's time to let it out. If you understand a word of it, I both envy and pity you.

SUPER ID

Running from the underself
I break against the fight of choice
Into nearby thoughts I duck
Dash and leap beyond the neurons
Want again for fearsome voice
Spring in days from crush of lust
Into eddies wander spirit
Thrum the Saint's profanities
Want not want with firm intensity
Spire vision landscape beauty
With me is me dagger held
Shade with wraith and zombie eye
Tumble turmoil green and gold
Wither wander wither flee
Never second never rest
Unisex I call for more
Upon the darkened balustrade
Terrored winds and rasping breath
Fire fury faint and flee
Shear and rip and flay and raze
I castrate mothers depilate
Child tortures deadly thoughts
Loving killing loving hurting
Before I felt the need of need
I called upon the friendless friend
Birth before my birth and death beyond my death
The other voice with music running
Make my gentle needs defined
Against the demons I draw me close
Talents useless wondrous happy
I dare not make a thing they see
Rich in unexisting words
Attack now the stabbing voice
Long and slow does turn the knife
Bury swallow hate suppress
Enter rage pound and pain
Well tunnel dirt and stone
I ride exalted purple voyage
Spark and shock and turn and high
Do I want the peasant pleasant
Rushing yearn I make with claw
Unto bitter running song
I with naked hateful hurting mind
Wintry essence summer hollow haze
Crisp and broken cage I hide myself
I see into the everclutching
Easy enlightenment I kill my inspiration
Arms locked against my benevolence
Of wanted cusp and desperate flight
Broken fire taken as food
Untold thousands of wanted touchings
Wake with chosen sudden failure
Pounding hammer thoughtful fist
I clutch a searing burning white hot cleansing perfect whole
I feel the tearing choking breaking loving death of visioned foe
I win!
I yell and dance and scream and fuck and know the goddess victory
I pound again and call the pain and calm and innocence
O! detachment mind and breath
A wave a wind a field of solitude
I can make you do whatever my mind wants
A simple gentle hunted hated isolation
A single thought amongst all thoughts
Here and here and there and there in perfect crystal diamond structure
A scattering of variety
Take build eat want draw and cook
Jiggle juggle joyful input
Firm and smooth I help caress
I climb I leap I run I lift
I claw and tear and drag myself from my mind
I cut black blood upon the page
I see him scared of me
He cries
O wondrous hateful demon, let me be!
In desperate neurons neverending.

[Worm of Despite]

Sorry I hadn't replied to this one earlier, Khaliban. I was probably too stunned after reading it! Excellent, gripping work! Pulled me in, for sure. Hats off.

[Khaliban]

I just read HEADACHE. That pretty much sums up my essay at the end of the SCREAM thread. And Joy said you didn't get it.

[Worm of Despite]

The essay or the poem? Heh. It's true, though . . . I didn't get the full meaning, I suppose. But sometimes one doesn't need to know what it all means to enjoy it anyway. Again, great work, I say.