This Doesn’t make sense.
It never did though.
Just roll with the punches
The kicks and the blows
Following hunches I…
Gave up long ago
Not to say they don’t remain
With spite and vengeance
I burn further for action
and cool for the flow.
I feel it come crashing
I beg for it though
But it never happens Tremain
and I simmer in the cold.
A picture is worth a thousand words
and those words worth a thousand more
for no two person’s interpretation
could be the same as the one before
I’m waiting for the kiss you promised me.
There’s something cold in your lips the winter heat
A ridiculous farce is love indeed
Wit lust a trohpaea a priori
Delusions so fine intentions divine
Complicate in sooth make sweet what is brine
Romance is a method to get you supine
no further intention no goals of transcendence
Just stock exchange with an eloquent cadence
The delicate dance of the praying mantis.
Then ten foot lines, you might say, endeavor only vainly to put the past away
head of one, foot of the other, stand closer than friends and farther than lovers
strands so divine colored black, blond, and wine blow in the wind and let a moment supine
wish smoke would remain still on one same vein, its languorous creep, its musical stain
Peace keep from me thy bland consistency
and be fucked thee, be fucked, peace you have no place in me, but surely I one in thee
no place in life but you will be thereafter a realm of black and alabaster
until that time i embrace disaster
Just a moment just a moment
Grey and white love to go
Let a beating little tight
Flow just from out your wrist
Let it seep let it pulse
Up into and round your neck
Have moment have a moment
For black to steep and bless
There’s a lily on the barge
Blowing wind’ly tenderness