Cuz even Cold loneliness Can it Kill

It would be my goal to really go further and I've never even come close to achieving it.
We're still on that road that isn't even on the map and it's difficult to go down
and it's at night
and there's no lights
-Gord

There are rows and rows of houses churning smoke into the shrouds of morning
Into which are flowing the recidivous electricity of cable TV basketball games
Dark Guys Bouncing Balls over a smooth and newly-waxed surface
And there are millions of men out there with it all on mute
about to come, tilting their heads skyward out of the misty dream
either arched in a full court press over someone nubile and
faking expectation or
maybe they are alone.
I know I am. Stroking myself in the shadow cauldron of wonderful pleasures unsatisfying.
Pleasure: that great gateway drug. If we were sharper
we wouldn't settle for such secondary passions, in fear,
charred and still needy Time and Time Again.

30-Second Time-Out to Bring It All In
Huddle in the low notes of night and unify in Love.
Love: that warm fire in the basement. Thrusting up one single phallus of pollutive smoke.
Plunge deep into her
aaanndd break!
Ensconced I lust to ascend your Elysium heights.
Caress your tendermost branches out quivering in the sun
Where Joyfully Bowed on a million Bedsheets, pulsing toward the dire diadem at the end
All Humanity becomes a great pewter spew of compulsions
into the cosmic void at the buzzer
and gone!