A desolation is creeping up, I see the slithering snake, gorgeous creature, it thinks ‘here comes the dragon.’ Your eyes I follow, The gargoyles start rushing, they vocalise“Away, o,From spell and raptureBreak it now, shatter the vase.” A string was attached, like puppet and puppeteer. Master and animal. Unmet l*vers. I took you seriously until…
Rising, the volcano ashes, the sea levels, the fog in a dreaded morning walk. I can smell each of the season’s stereotypes. The public’s chatter in the stores, the back and forth of the clerks, the tapping of the cards in the POS.Memory is a spy dressed in black, walking a la pointe becoming undistinguishable…
How would I dare question these links?The inner workings of universal law beat our greatest comedians.Good luck dissecting mystery, as the unknown and unknowable prevail, trumping every seat of power.Amassing ignorant following, for what else can the following be?These inner workings are not a guessing game, nor a science.The inner workings demand submission, not theorizing…
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
I like you, loverIf I can have you not, I do not want youThe spell is brokenI become awake and consciousWhat a shame, lover, I was hoping ease would greet me into romance.I got a bit ahead of myself again, but it is okay.I enjoyed as you did and now I am praising Whitman’s poetry.…