Sunday, February 23, 2020

Longing for Decadence


into your kingdom where humans are dispensable where parents grant immunity. but love is watching while love is impressionable where love is indispensable. our courage to sing our sounds underwater or eyes rethreaded and given impurities; but a Sunday morning while trained internally where religiosity becomes a garden; as birds chirp or giggle as time is so debated while into something so deeply it feels unnatural; where I must love in order to be loved while weary of the women I loved.

It was months into it when hell appeared but she was always a participant; this chilly instrument this cagey investigator or moments splayed or embarrassed apologizing for something she initiated; where a man nurtures something or repents for another man as one that knows her deeply; but days looking or grimacing or gestures and vibes where some weeks she was higher than sins; those charms we convey those customs we covet where reality is mythical.

You were a daymare a night-fear but adoringly so sexual; we dined and laughed or lied and evaded while desperate to keep death alive; it was much to comfort or dynasties erupting where brooks angled for security; our bombast our pretentions where everyone else was wrong; such seafaring instruments, a man so consumed, where another treated her like bologna; this realists machine versus this romantic dreamer while needing both to function. A man’s delight, to look upon his ideal, and realize another treats her like meat; but soon into our dormancy this latent monster, where sheer pain appears so inclusive.

You were candy a doll a porcelain figurine; to die our nonchalance to envelope our concerns so furious so young or such spaces; to fiddle by confidence to be so royal while so sullen into deep angst; our catered lives our deceptive courage while something was boiling; those cat covered eyes, this remarkable body, but training was lacking and miracles were tired; to hit our days to relay our caves while so much needed constant reassurance. As tortured kingdoms, remote in chimes, to live forever!

Such pipe organs, such familiarity, to get too high to contend; or to havoc a course, to give it for pain, to recruit through sexual orientation; plus, a friend, where anything is his fault, to meet each man knowing the selected course; a salient harmonica a silent flute or a blaring trombone; to hate some men, as picking out a cue, and running for dear sanity! our terrorized hearts, or to see spirit-confusion, even something demented—as tides clash shores, or days are important, to sit and ponder Romeo. This filthy maniac this sloth by romances but so eager to vandalize beauty.   

By terror to return, where Penchants was roaming hard, as others laughed and became me; those years wrestling, those drugged-out sessions, where it meant nothing to Concrete; to purchase a position, or to love fervently, while nothing means much to some people: those feelings refurbished, or a newborn child, while Love is longing for decadence.  

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