Yesterday, cries like an unfed infant
Consolation of overlapping hunger lies
Invisible in its non-existence.
Healthy leaves, manicured in care
Grow in love but a mere foot away
But a plant on the table, no-less
Can steer ache from the growling of this core.
Energy, poured everywhere.
And everywhere too, there is mess
I am unkempt in my administration of the 'just'
Regret is a rust stain, too far from the tongue
For I am yet not ready to taste of its poison.
I lick, instead, the barbarous (lie) promise, of 'soon'.
But not enough pound-for-pound evaporation has occurred
To illuminate, "yes".
Pervigilium swallowed the most recent bouts
Legions of erupted negligence, oozing out of dry pores
A leper in heat may know this iron stake
Jabbed in heretic-like nonsense
Caving in to nothing, but the arduous task of defeat
The mania of the moment slips menacingly away
As exhaustion surrenders to the border-less dark.
My heart is an unshaven prick,
Souring in the sediment of untouched beggary
Vagrant whispers pissed away all the love-songs
Written last month, once the cycle resumed.
My center of gravity, is a Madman's menagerie
Overgrown, wild, uncivilized, in revolt of the rest
Of this instinctual lawlessness.
Greed, replaced with heavy-bodied nothingness
This is the sentence of unplanned impulse
Those hands that once clasped in erotic delirium
Grow bony and cold, on this island of 'One'.
I gave the lead away to a beast reigned by senses
Who now, mopes in turbulent isolation
Happy to have passed on alleles before the severance.
But- happy enough?
Raw, from the throat down,
And God forbid anyone detour into that chasm that drowns in forced solitude
The sanity of man becomes easily destroyed from one sip
Drunk enough to consider nothing
But the appetite grown from the taste of something infinite
And even now, in this early morning hour-
Post coffee covered tongue,
Reprieve settles softly about the shoulders that tensed in composition
The quiet comprehension lives on...
A plain, somewhere high on an uncharted sierra
The meaning of restraint hangs high
Handed down in time,
When my isolation shifts tenderly
Into understanding.
Consolation of overlapping hunger lies
Invisible in its non-existence.
Healthy leaves, manicured in care
Grow in love but a mere foot away
But a plant on the table, no-less
Can steer ache from the growling of this core.
Energy, poured everywhere.
And everywhere too, there is mess
I am unkempt in my administration of the 'just'
Regret is a rust stain, too far from the tongue
For I am yet not ready to taste of its poison.
I lick, instead, the barbarous (lie) promise, of 'soon'.
But not enough pound-for-pound evaporation has occurred
To illuminate, "yes".
Pervigilium swallowed the most recent bouts
Legions of erupted negligence, oozing out of dry pores
A leper in heat may know this iron stake
Jabbed in heretic-like nonsense
Caving in to nothing, but the arduous task of defeat
The mania of the moment slips menacingly away
As exhaustion surrenders to the border-less dark.
My heart is an unshaven prick,
Souring in the sediment of untouched beggary
Vagrant whispers pissed away all the love-songs
Written last month, once the cycle resumed.
My center of gravity, is a Madman's menagerie
Overgrown, wild, uncivilized, in revolt of the rest
Of this instinctual lawlessness.
Greed, replaced with heavy-bodied nothingness
This is the sentence of unplanned impulse
Those hands that once clasped in erotic delirium
Grow bony and cold, on this island of 'One'.
I gave the lead away to a beast reigned by senses
Who now, mopes in turbulent isolation
Happy to have passed on alleles before the severance.
But- happy enough?
Raw, from the throat down,
And God forbid anyone detour into that chasm that drowns in forced solitude
The sanity of man becomes easily destroyed from one sip
Drunk enough to consider nothing
But the appetite grown from the taste of something infinite
And even now, in this early morning hour-
Post coffee covered tongue,
Reprieve settles softly about the shoulders that tensed in composition
The quiet comprehension lives on...
A plain, somewhere high on an uncharted sierra
The meaning of restraint hangs high
Handed down in time,
When my isolation shifts tenderly
Into understanding.
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