I fail at sleeping
in a show of unconditional accusation, the reproachful slander of your hereafter,
amongst the placid hours,
I try to be the grand man, but I shake too much
unhinged by the overreach of my skeletal height
much to the delight of every unskilled whistler
tough love and rougher hate interprets the shuddering motions, as my left hand lingers
over a possibility where dreams might bring
freshly ****** flesh and afternoon tea
I barter with **** and borrow into strained relationships
awaiting the unfounded precedence of my childish brain’s
blinked silhouettes burning themselves out
crumpled and brewed, and even while tempest soaked, charcoals outnumber my pasteled ambition
this distinct morbidity, by which I call my life, lacking
in that level of consistency
that spire sponsored screams might bring
for despite the consequences of ambient respectability,
reckless maturity brings terror to the aisles
and grave duels in the carefully measured medium
of the margins
and the starving are no longer a postulate amongst the rummaged toil
but the impotent sickness of a painters earthy delivery
counterfeit conjecture hung in the resentful stench
that remains too good
for the likes of you and I
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
I fail at sleeping
in a show of unconditional accusation, the reproachful slander of your hereafter,
amongst the placid hours,
I try to be the grand man, but I shake too much
unhinged by the overreach of my skeletal height
much to the delight of every unskilled whistler
tough love and rougher hate interprets the shuddering motions, as my left hand lingers
over a possibility where dreams might bring
freshly ****** flesh and afternoon tea
I barter with **** and borrow into strained relationships
awaiting the unfounded precedence of my childish brain’s
blinked silhouettes burning themselves out
crumpled and brewed, and even while tempest soaked, charcoals outnumber my pasteled ambition
this distinct morbidity, by which I call my life, lacking
in that level of consistency
that spire sponsored screams might bring
for despite the consequences of ambient respectability,
reckless maturity brings terror to the aisles
and grave duels in the carefully measured medium
of the margins
and the starving are no longer a postulate amongst the rummaged toil
but the impotent sickness of a painters earthy delivery
counterfeit conjecture hung in the resentful stench
that remains too good
for the likes of you and I
