Bludgeoning the pursuit
Parabola in disrepute
Lies, shills, burning
through
Core amendments
digress
Upon a lot of all
things hirsute
Every day problems
magnify with poverty
Every illness is a
damning edict, a death
Sentence, when you
cannot medicate, a
Torment to live in
such an infernal state
Aspect telemetry
A vision of Gethsemane
Hypnogogic resumes
Bio-energetic mediums
Served cold by
flustering hypocrisies
Wretched septet
Barbarian bee
Caustic diadem
Procurer of persistently
consistent migraine economies
Tamping down what
could have been
In some other facet,
convoluted by and then stirred to ease digestive properties…. wistful
preoccupations or
Another enduring
scapular placed upon
The neck bone of an
otherwise removed staple of productivity
Robe—unworthy
For these genes—
False representative
to the sea—
Waving to the minions
below,
Bellowing
inconsiderately
At his entourage, who
cast
The vain impression,
that
They are far above the
Polities of
repressiveness
Forced frenetic
scapegoat cur
Born of a plebe with
better bite than bark
Star-Howl-Moon-Hollow
Kindred kiss,
Like kissing yourself,
but better, much, much better
Kismet is stolen
Fate is betrothed to
the enemy of wherewithal
And the bushes are on
fire,
The damn bushes are on
fire…again…what the…
Coalesce in my arms
Heal as my aura
rebuilds you as you were,
Perfect, in ever sense
And if you choose to
live—indeed it’s life you’ll have—
Free of debt, there’ll
be no chains, no entitlements, no
Rigors latched to
blame, no dirty shackles constraining flow,
Nothing, nothing like
that at all…just free, forever free, to go as far or near, as high or low,
whenever, wherever—even if those places don’t include me
And if you choose to
die—I will grieve so much; the tears will smother the ceilings with their ebbs
and tides…
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