It came to be that to my first lover I never professed my favor
curator to the
factions in my heart, torn and swore to never die
without vows and
pleas and empty promises, none came to be
for I never spoke
false truths and in silence sealed my demise.
It came to be that
to my following lover I crawled and abdicated of my eccentricity
resolute in
exchanging personal space for splendor and boosted hubris
drunk by the spirits
of good fortune I failed to contemplate
how very high I had
climbed in order to see the muse up close
Slurping body odor
and loose hair down the drain
A mute agenda to
feed the gators that habitat the sewers
My appointment is
long overdue with a cold shower
to strip my
distress, no sweat, and headbutt the wall vigorously
and yet post-confession be clean and perfumed for appearances
those can electrify
even a genie and take away your heartbeat
Tremors that skip
beats, forfeit or lost, so easily intertwined
I came to a stop
during the interview gagging for the punchline
The connection to
steal the plot and breakthrough the rhythm
This was not not what I was made to
and the piano jams another at ears reach.
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Shimmery down child
the dinner is turning cold
don’t ‘cha know
firetraps and women are alike?
All out to entrap,
snare and capture your darn hide
lick the fat off
your flesh and drink the goodness off your merry bones
read off the
memories out your soul and erupt in giggles starring at your penis
The novelty that
preludes a joyful birth has since dried up
what past can be
reconciled if my bosom weeps as a machine
ticks, vibrating
eyes maroon by kin and crimson by despair
How can one be
expected to love another should he the abomination
have forsaken his
own mother? Each step I take on a wooden plank
creaks firmly like a
old bitter friend that comes to visit once every year
awkwardness and fake
laughter creases aging fingers, linking cheeks
curse alight
diffusing by misdirection, ‘I am leaving now”
holding the door to
take in the still breeze, terror airs find you once in a while
‘I haven’t
forgotten’, I simply did not glance beneath my raised arms
trying to contain
the sun, fold it twice, pray and whisper goodnight.
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To truly prove that
one has only not attained but also substantially
actively pursued to
foment and captivate a Good Life his testimony
too must be imperial
of note, restless in silent and formidable in song
terrific it should
capture the imaginary and make one afraid of himself
such be the stakes
at odds, the diversity of possibilities chanced at whim
stupendous
adventures and gambits intertwined amidst utterly ordinary days
spent by the
countryside with the spouse under a lazy summer day, partial to love
captivating romance
for it is a collective endeavor, chain smoking because one can
rendezvous under the
careful observation of the natural phenomena at play
and somehow that
will be enough for me and you.
Lovers are faithful when they bail one another
Partner in crime,
daring to an extend so and so
Bunny figure, dolled
up eyes and little to no virtue
All the alternative
friskiness and ever so little to lose
Hanging suspended on
top of a pile of bodies
Liars, cheaters,
phony folk and those that gone broke
All fitting for
target practice, all worthless and thirsty
for the renewal of
the life circulation to come to an end
regretful that those
barely men had to swing proper
dancing on ‘dem
sweets merry lips, being instructed
guided towards who
they should be, impervious to distrust
The yearn for the
uterus defeats the power to resist arrest
Cardiac pump jolts a
zombified state unto a darker plane
one where one should
address his own stench and past
Fence the ill gains
hush hush, morph the coughs and whispers
an ethology of
making it big, stick to the plan Sony otherwise
she will be the one
who’s fertilizing my backyard
May the stars,
bullets and dishonesty serve as a beacon
towards that new
found religion of criminal genius in hit pursuit
you, me and the
trill of being hunted, underscore the alarm of sirens
Our stagecraft the
spoils of drinking straight from the fountain
despite the far-cry,
fines and token tribute gifted by the audience
I do not believe the
kids are gonna make it, bounty plentiful
either dead or
killed, a happier accident should an immediate
decapitation over
the wheel having taken a swift turn
‘whatcha say we
join the club of not giving up trying
I’ll break the
window and you assault the victim
deprived of his
belongings, keys and dignity alike
The newspapers and
experts will summarize the message
birthday boy
stutters with a dislocated jaw and broken nose
worse for wear,
roughed up, the mud drowned his attitude
a bitter case of
premeditated messing around
Gouge the testicles, scab by scab
Perforate the eyes
as you shout
“I told you so”,
hangover a buffer
sobriety a sour and
a pitiful listless one
a sea covered by
piss and plastic tides
obscene like a coast
of lab rats numerated to die
in a just order,
amazed and kicking, virgin and sterile
fuck drugs that
perspirate life in small increments
Spent half my life chasing the pleas
"Stay with me tonight"
and my white lies tore that hand too
not so sure that was what unbreakable stood for
more akin to under siege or unbridgeable divide,
to give nothing and therefore receive nothing
awash by cleansing fire or the palm of a lit cigarette
reconstructed experiences that I did not ask for
burden by the lapse choice of when to be a mute
fearful the day I do show emotion I wind up killing someone
What the lords that be brought me was laughter
irritating to no end, no I do not believe it to be joy
glee and merry cranks raking my peripherals
I too disturbingly contort and twist my own words
sunset uncertain, immediately a collage of lies
and that's just madness.
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