so
imperfect like an avalanche
so
perfect in aesthetics
too
much a conundrum
more
sorrow for unfit metaphysics
the
existential problem
the
plight of a dilemma
shooting
at stars, laughing with myself
pushing
boundaries, so teleological
with
pragmatism chasing a love-net
so
sexual, so simple, it hurts
rough
aggression, trying desperately
if
but to enslave the one she adores
rolling
PCH, pausing over a cigar
the
ocean smells like, Come Closer
the
pain of the vixen, she can’t help it
she’s
damaging, a ghost, fangs gripping
spirit,
tentacles in womb, yanking
out semen
captured,
so much fun, so much brevity
an
imperfect soul, a perfect cup
a
soul begs for clarity, roams parks
talks
to ducks, feeds pigeons
surrounded
in aura
so
insouciant, so insidious, to know
psyches,
to drag a man, to become
utter
happiness
so
close to destroying the bewildered
the
beloved
Can
I cum? Are angels watching?
perfectly
holy
imperfectly
unholy
like
sunbirds, on a rainy day
too
much to hold, too many hertz to
vanish
one
penalty, on lockdown, buildings
shatter
another
might ask, others need to
know—
concerning
smiles, valiance, violets
much
intensity
the
way we live
the
way we destroy trust
perfecting
objectivity
