The surface of un-charcoaled moons
street dogs drugged in daily stews
lays down for a carving intoxication
Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly
press play...so I can slow it down
try & understand softening of clay...

Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens
of such pretentious-ness of pretending
of self worth of such clapping praise,
the parasites lap up the demonized,
joint edges of a bathroom mirror
a record presciently will stop playing
It herds until the final of warnings,
Almost discretely with the attempts,
Can't breathe like you are breathing....

I'm in need of more than bleeding,
I need so much back-yard weeding,
I can only survive my mentality
if one day I can be forgiven
unlike a witch of heathen
past the ocean poisoning
of the vile repressed toxicity.
Yes, I do confess my sins,
Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.

red lights bleed fluorescent
of the get-up and go of green.
orange, reminds me of hazards,
where I slowed to a statue.
and the cast is meant for healing,
no, its the breaks to stationary.
your heart race is beating
and you do nothing but freeze.
waiting for lights to turn appease.

Soldier's heat of a kettle disrupts
the temps embolised as a herd,
heart failure follows the deceit
and finger holding of God's word,
and slain is a battlefield blurring

And fine's singular seasonin'  facts
one's voice belief in wide green seas,
upon shaking salt belief of a hack
Fragility vines ****** and bleeding
Click the fingers twice for the black.

Today's divine white cloth leading
welcoming a funeral proceeding,
We wish to mourn of our loss,
while he's time abiding heeding,
Patting the backs of the children.

Crispy biscuits,
given by
loving mothers.
A bainitic
so cruelly
upon the teeth.
Reminiscing
Sensibly
to green clouds
after the fact,
A peristerite
still agonizes
The alternative,
is no spoiling
without a hook,
of a derivative.
Once a little fish,
There's no pretension,
when the crumble
has the honesty
of precision
to love not abated.

A rapid succession to mobility,
limbs dragging ourselves
to the minutiae of this moment,
heaving and desperately
black aim to save myself
needing hydration
of the blazing fluids,
water shooting up
sprinklers are a cup,
Distention of the cancer,
in contrast to the dancers,
fluidly moves,
the shower show
are their waterfalls.

We all have inner and outer lives.
They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more
than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon.

I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure
of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m,
in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy,
fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and
a happy, truthful mess (for what I may overshare).

My outer-life is largely academic, and turned with
complete absorption to task, I plow thru the
needed assignments, like a caffeine fueled machine,

You might rightly call outer-me boring. I get it, for
nothing much happens beyond study and life’s
usual maintenances.

But my inner-life is full of action, if desires,
dreams, and internally ranting against the injustices of youthful separations can be rightly called actions.

Of my boyfriend, the world contains not one parallel.
He overshadows the few others I’ve ever known.
His masculine elements turn me all the way up,

He knows my petty vanities and most of my weaknesses. If he doesn’t know my every phase of feeling, or every desire of my love starved soul, it’s because our love is peripatetic.

Most of the year, we’re a long distance, digital, practical nothingness, A near autofictional anticipation. We are separated by a sea and more. If I may simply put it, I have a fine young body that is going to waste.

When I complained to my older sister, a surgeon who long delayed her own personal life for her career, she shruggingly and unsympathetically said, “You only have to suffer a few more years.”  
“Oh, mon Dieu!” I replied.
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positions by Ariana Grande [E]
34+35 (Remix) by [feat. Doja Cat & Megan Thee Stallion] [E]

Pay no homage
To the old me
And let him lay buried
Reborn ever so slowly
With a slight of hand
Removing the guilt
Taking of my full metal jacket
Hope for a better day
Including me
One minute at a time
Evaporating
Hemorrhaging thoughts
Future tripping
Use to be my muse
Kiss of death
Eye for an eye
Hour glass used
To be half empty
Now it’s fuller then ever
Shades of grey
Replaced with pearly white sands
Rainbows of epic lights
Dancing all around
Kaleidoscope one track mind  
Have in finally escaped the enemy
Ecosystem needed
A reboot
My thoughts no longer
Paralyze me in my tracks
Like they used too
My happier visions
And striving spirt
Need more room to breathe freely
As I roam this life
Ever searching
With the weight of the past
Falling off of my shoulders
Piece by piece
As he shields me from my inner demons
My higher power
I’m nothing without you
All the praise and glory are yours alone