Below is the poem entitled Electric Fusion which was written by poet
Beckett. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
Read Poems by
the sky's blood orange
and I'm getting clean, phone's buzzing
with plans and inspirations. Dirty minds-
Great ones might think alike,
but the time's ripe to stop aiming
I'm out the door first chance,
devil in hand, electric air.
Hurry up electric locks,
I'm panting through my red red lips...
fast and faster.. singular thoughts,
to electric fusions
of casuality and lust. (Indifferent desperation)
Trust in the generosity of mother earth,
and all her good vibrations.
You can hear it too.
Let's do it, fall back together
from pieces of nothing. Let's disentangle
our knotted selves,
shake away bits of everyone else,
and do ourselves better with something strange,
Feel the summer night alive
and open-ended, without wanting clues.
It could go nowhere, but I can live
without climax while the music absorbs me-
moth to the flame,
god of the youth.
And I'll forgive your lack of attempting grace,
if you'll forgive my certain indiscretions.
Lower your expectations just right-
right there I'll make love
to your imperfection.
Relax, we can take turns
In that, we're all accomplished...
Within our specialties, special.
Free, if we acknowledge
the electric nature of ourselves.
Happy, because we can do nothing else.
Happy, because we wouldn't want to.