Beethoven Knew

She was sitting on the hood of my car

She had gold lame shoes that bound her nude feet

The copper tan of her arch

Coupled with her pale rose toenail polish

Were awkwardly displayed on my bumper

Beethoven's kettle drum splashed my face with consciousness

I prohibited my eyes from drinking in anymore than her ankles

I turned to the exploding ocean

The tubular waves were spinning mist into the air

I snorted Beethoven's intransitive verb

I thought about walking on the beach with her
But I couldn't bear to unbind her feet

The white serpent was slithering up my Chakra's

The phallic energy was filling every eddy

With an ever intense rapidity

It is not sustainable

I'm right there at cosmic consciousness

Beethoven knew