A Modern Method to Reduce Stress

A Modern Method to Reduce Stress
By: Bobby Ruelas

Subtle hallucinations obstruct my mind;
for i cannot bare the sight.

Feather tickles toe as earlobe tickles hand.

A straw balances a heart on a skillet
as arteries propel to adjacent breasts.
The woman is curvy as she runs glass

through a child's head; yeah he too laughs
for she is unaware
that she has hands for feet.
A harmonious incest;
What a modern lament!

The ravenous stare in euphoric calm
as i make my way
out the back door.
To my left, the lady in the milk-dress
extends her arm.
Red and black streaks,
supple breasts; that passive stare.
“To whom do i owe my pardon?”, I ask.

Her mouth opened wide
and let out a hideous yell:

“WHO BROUGHT YOU HERE!?”

Tantalizing tentacles began
to emerge from her spine.

The tree in the corner;
of a reddish-orange
of a yellowish-red
of a teal, myrtle-green
begins to turn black.

The house is on fire;
another woman’s hair
in-flames.
The writing on the walls;
“I hate today”.

My mouth like tar
is an abominable machine
with iron pistons
and i’m kissing a martini glass;
the Goddess in red lingerie.
I am kissing
the red martini
painted on the lips
of her porcelain-face.
The tits are robust;
They are robotic.

I’m tearing
at the flesh
and from her bosom
I taste chalk;
A salty beige.
A premium model;
One of a kind:
Serial # 011235813
But am I really pleasing the machine?

The triplets: Red, yellow, and black
walk across the room
Like snakes, they stare
as she arches her back.

A collage of Sicilian asses
gather-round the ceiling.

Decomposition on the rug.

In unison they all shout:

“WHO BROUGHT YOU HERE!?”

When I look at my hands
I slowly begin to disappear.

The air forms ripples
as its waves excite chasms!
I am conscious and unconscious.

Suddenly, everything disappears...
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It’s everywhere.
It’s everything.
Silence.
Dead silence.
I rest my case.

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©Bobby Ruelas