What is the opposite of this desire that burns?
Perhaps a lethargic state, a complete lack of concern
If youth were lust would it desire to be old
Could you find its opposite in a heart of gold
Is the opposite of lust a feeling of grief
Is it the opposite of the word relief

If lust starts to burn will the passion be void
This kind of dialectical double-talk is only a ploy
To baffle your mind and add to your confusion
‘Cause truly, lust is only an illusion

Yet if there was a spokesperson for the lustful regime
I’m sure her words would make you dream
For all those things you desire
Until your *** awakes on fire

Despicable is
the recurring need to be
more than what we are

*s.q.

so what do we do when all is left are figurines
gifted in the unholiest of manners
and the crusties in my eye when i awake
are no longer their
since sleep is a distant memory

and all the tides of highs and lows
simmer to a stagnant plateau
because days no longer carry weight
surmounting to popcorn on a string
--one just like the last--

suddenly a day
--popcorn with extra butter and just a pinch of salt--
comes and shakes the bland you into something recognizable
a sparkly-eyed realist with an unusually magnetic personality
drawn from absolutely nothing
but the reality that life goes on
and we just have to be aware of peoples polarity

*s.q.