Thinking Clearly

Here’s a sonnet I ripped off just now. I was studying and drinking coffee. I was cold. And when I put the coffee in my lap, I honestly experienced something like this. Yes, it lends itself to psychological reading; I realize that, even though I try not to care about the implications of the sexual references. (In the words of Napoleon Dynamite: “Gosh!”)

Thinking Clearly

I do not want to move to Indiana:
I want to hold a large bowl of hothot coffee
in my crotch: let it warm me up
from the bottom up, my cold neck confusing
the tingling spine: until
something philosophical (almost Greek
but light-footed) comes to mind:
I am Prometheus
getting ready to spring down, like Lucifer,
with this hidden fire in my fire.

My inner thighs! O it is almost too much to bear!
My ankles and back cry out for more.
Get this coal out of my lap, I say, but, I say
You’re on the right track.