Unconditional
Lust
I
could flip a coin a thousand times-
In
different places
And
alternating positions
Taking
precise aim
Every
time
Even
being sloppy
In
rhyme:
My
rhythm, too
-And
still
I
only come up
With
tails
When
all I want
Is
head.
Twitch
Rummaging
pages burnt from the
Ashes.
Irritated
fingers ravaging my dry
Skin.
Flakes
trickle off the brittle
Hairs.
Eyesight
flickering in and our subtle
Waves.
Smokes
fills the scene aroma of
Poison.
I
choke first, enjoy, then commences
Gasping.
Phlegm
collects atop immediately discarded
Away.
There
are thoughts better left
Unattended.
Movies
dazzle the screen: one last
Hope.
There
are thought better left
Forgotten.
Oh
how sweet it was: that fresh
Air
Everything
I
used to
Believe
Everything
happened
For
some reason,
But
now
I
know
Everything
happen
And
we must find
A
Reason
To
keep
Happening
23rd
Hour
Time
for her to leave
The
moment I rest
When
I awaken
She
returns again
Anew
Alight
Again
Pray-er
Forgive
me this time
It
won’t be the last
Game
of Cat is Mouse
Cage:
gorgeous interior
Walls
glimmering
Running
claws through
Sublime
decoration
Resenting
an outside world
Afar
Plato’s cavern
Another
reality carries on
Past
the window, no way
Submersing
herself in the
Luscious
scenery, divine
So
she takes her mouth
Gorging
a dry feast
Processed
chunks, on sale
Sleeping
casually, any chance
Given
Drew
Kow-Ski
Another
day:
Toiling
round on nicotine and
Booze
Stroking
the pussy’s firm
White
hairs, softly
She
purrs sweetened silence
I
pour succulent serenity
The
glass mostly
Full
The
mind fully
Empty
The
walls quietly
Dim
The
Lights faintly
Receding
Another
tune, another time
Remains
the same
Drowning
sore effigy
Diminishing
further cost
Demanding
security
Where
none existed
Previously
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