society has good intentions
as your whiskers darkly stride
meowing incessantly proud
autumn never hurts here
the ground is brown
covered in dust
you’re just a cat
in oily rivers
nostrils anxiously lifting
notifying your bones
fearful and hungry
while the rest of us float
Thirty-seven years of azaleas couldn’t even excite me today
This lack of purpose kinds me redness
He’s like a penny
Extravagantly coining me unbalanced
Apologies to those who follow me
Who come to read
This is not Prozac therapy
That would be to easy for a mind like me
Despite degrees and PhDs
My mind is infamous
Gargle pardons razors please
Maladies is you so scientifically
Silvering thighs
Dressed afraid sometimes
Stretching my face
My useless nose
Sensory nightfall guillotine
Dolorous you see
Absolute sacrificing personalities
Beckoning these words
Seeding so effortlessly
For the bawdy tongued freedom
Where mud thickens your feet
Unwrapping bearded cavaliers
The priceless ego maniacs
Loving wombs in multitudes
Reading Poe lamenting aprons
Viewing their blues
Your kind is known
Nail biting fool
Let me recite you to squirm
My tableau cornered palpitations
Seducing your juggled scheme
O’ why so bashful gentleman
On my rugs you’ve knelt
Cigar tasting this revolution
Hinging isn’t it
Polarizing was us two
Terrifying isn’t it
My poetry of truth
Lipsticking your concupiscent suicide
Ask me why I did it
Why I faked it with you
Well tell you spirit
Poe was romantic
Macabre was you
And cryptography darling revealed I was never literally in love with you
Dedicating all of my words above to the ingenious plague of poetry, soaring ever so mighty sternum-stitching my pride to be nothing but madly in love with my madding madness. Bid you all the looniest of sleeps, peace evermore.
But if I was
I would torch your ignorant faint
Syrup tinting some sort of charm
For your bookless hippopotamus demise
Secret stomping your mac to apple some life
Liberating your down and ever loading ego
Voice-mailing your senses saved
Syncing your trousers ringtones
But tonight the reality is quite intriguing
I have your thumbing velcroing device
Must not all be SNL
If your are willing to kilometer such drive
Mastering not to pry
But if you quit calling me Tina
And never recharge
Your words with possible brains and I may someday arrive
