Skin… I hanker to sniff and ****** To languish within the marching wines Born of our bodies As to the rhythm of sheets we sweep Cover to cover Lover to lover Like leaves that speak summer Mere synthesized minutes Autographed by Eden These hours we shall cherish And fancy not of repentance
Fringed by putrescent dusk Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds Fostered by lexical warfare Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow Nothing but bated memories Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes Branded by concrete whispers
5 a.m. had surfaced Weary I ascended from my bedstead Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks to the sleek rift of my lips Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke Knocked at the base of my esophagus Caressing my uvula with infinitely Unfathomable mountains of beauty
Once owned the knowledge That one needed to acquire To seize the breast of happiness Year upon year striving For her unmistakable taste Descending to a universal death First shaking America a century ago
A sharp, harrowing burden Fashions mirrors of fear ****** pages designed From white nothingness Tattooed by black teeth Eyes everywhere Bold, brave, and daring To decode the freakish nature Ascending from duplicity
The flavored fragrance of yesterday Inter-weaved with the clouds of tomorrow The sun drinking human fountains As she dances within the yellow mystery Spreading color across yonder draughts Where the tongues of happiness reside