01-20-2013, 09:50 PM
the wilt of the face into sag
a complement to living in this vestige of humanly rags
is it blessing or curse, to feel all without recourse?
only a mordant heart can whether the worst
the argumentative finger
authoritatively combined with the finality of the fist
a congenial covenant to living
sealed with a forced kiss
to touch, to play, to mold
all desires are one:
to comb this mangled face into a
moppet of volition
ah, to be alone!
somnambulat gaiety
the barren desert is my best friend.
ecclesiastical bells ring in my heart
feeling creation is not merely a beautiful work of art
whether we go or whether we stay
the result is the same
for a time, we were only game
a complement to living in this vestige of humanly rags
is it blessing or curse, to feel all without recourse?
only a mordant heart can whether the worst
the argumentative finger
authoritatively combined with the finality of the fist
a congenial covenant to living
sealed with a forced kiss
to touch, to play, to mold
all desires are one:
to comb this mangled face into a
moppet of volition
ah, to be alone!
somnambulat gaiety
the barren desert is my best friend.
ecclesiastical bells ring in my heart
feeling creation is not merely a beautiful work of art
whether we go or whether we stay
the result is the same
for a time, we were only game