andrew desantis
"dude, i'm in love with you"
if only i could believe it true
imagine us in dreams
that never come
feel your skin resting beside me
and walking by saint peter's
i saw children of God
sitting on the stairs
scrawling crosses with chalk
unaware of the cost
to home i head, alone:
i'm down with pretending.
it's been awhile since i've met
a stranger, i forgot protocol.
palatial secret agent moment
lips read off-screen, character
arranged by lifestyle,
slowly fading.
avoided contact verbal ornation
i.
unfiltered asiatic plaything seeks
hypoactive cradle technocrat
evicting meaningful poach,
mendacious transcripts of
that cover our tracks
and the stories we told
are lining our backs
tolling, reeling,
better than ever before
we talked silently
& without repose
under the blood red sun
of our sunken desire
my eroding heart
i could use the stars as a shield
and mask myself as a victim of the night
and hold this silent breath
aching to impose this fleeting cloud.
the power was never ours
(we stole it from the neighbors).
we took our war bonds and
food stamps
and gathered the family together
toeing the line so delicately
its forbidden fruit
yr shirt around my shoulders
and we're walking along the train tracks
instead of leaving
you could find yourself broken
like an artist who's trying his best to fly
(i'm not always ascending
but sometimes i'm smart enough to try)
there's a fine line
between this hate
& this regret
that fine line
nefarious nested newfound
minds gather in dim-lit bedroom
shining with love.
taking seconds from an
extended time frame.
bonetender night, polaric.
windswept crown atones
weeping wanderer.
rigid matriarch condones
tantrum medication. vast
