Ode to the hornometer

….ticking timebomb at the gateway to life/the horeseman’s horn is calling for its lady lust/…. rivers are overflowing,gusting,moaning to be dammed../not fearing to be eternally damned to a lifetimetillthedeath of need…/measured by the stride of the hornometer
…I can feel you full/pulsating sheath of life….straining to be released/can you feel me quivering mass of sexenergy/swirling white foam from my souls unending epileptic episode/crazing/straining/yet waiting (albeit impatiently)…../following the peculiartime trail of the hornometer….
….when will we be set free….

(…wry laugh)…