Sunday, April 27, 2014
psychosis (pt. 1)
...toast to us growing close and I'll be sure to boast about how you chose me. I'll brag until it's snagged in the back of their brains while their fingers dance and sway to the gaze of their iPads as they pass and glance occasionally in disdain. I'll say it til I'm blue in the face and waving at plastic trash bags that blow past us standing here in front of some vacant police station, cardboards complacent in their replacement of windows. They'll bend those ankles, anchor the brakes as I almost break my ankles evading cars just to face jaded snarls and stares of hatred for how I made the banes disguised as executives late for a big business meeting or a rendezvous with a missed mistress. Mrs. Me follows fleetingly as I creep across the street on a mission to meet an ordinarily meek retailer who was borne on a corner in a poorer part of his borough; he's standing there bearing forbidden fruit from which I can choose and smoothly my lucid lady swipes 5 vials from his blindside while he's eying the 5-0 flying by on my right so he pulls out a 9 and fires 4 shots as passersby duck like someone belted "FORE" and I'm sure you can foretell what my flash forward will report before I even tell you that--
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
untitled
Can't sleep; past actions are blasting past where sheep-clad feet should be as logical paradoxes toss and turn and yearn to be set free. A cold breeze is needed so I can be left drifting like a quick e-brake squeeze. Squeegee my daemons and leave me be to wean off the shattered fragments and broken mirrors of my dream...
Broken mirrors.
--
Last night I awoke in fear that I'd never see another threesome, perhaps with people I haven't even met yet. Two PYTs and a mess of a me, just directionless, but recklessly I'll confess I've been asked to have one three times prior to last night's overdue tripe. And I'm sure more lucid dreams pace and await beneath the loosely-lit floor like a basement of peons waiting to do labor for a feudal lord...
Reckless confession.
--
But affection is what She has to offer, and that's all I think I need. She's devotedly independent though, and I'm often either cold or the opposite of emotionally sober. Fuck it: control me. Console me. Come hold me til I fall out and the pen falls right out my hand, obviously inoculated by Your innocuous toxicity...
Logical paradox.
Broken mirrors.
--
Last night I awoke in fear that I'd never see another threesome, perhaps with people I haven't even met yet. Two PYTs and a mess of a me, just directionless, but recklessly I'll confess I've been asked to have one three times prior to last night's overdue tripe. And I'm sure more lucid dreams pace and await beneath the loosely-lit floor like a basement of peons waiting to do labor for a feudal lord...
Reckless confession.
--
But affection is what She has to offer, and that's all I think I need. She's devotedly independent though, and I'm often either cold or the opposite of emotionally sober. Fuck it: control me. Console me. Come hold me til I fall out and the pen falls right out my hand, obviously inoculated by Your innocuous toxicity...
Logical paradox.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
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