I do not want to talk about love today.
I do not want to mention
affectionate contact or semi-regular ***
The newspapers are bringing forth
welcome divisions between mankind;
fault-lines of irreconcilable differences
to justify my half-hearted attempt at solitude.
I do not want to talk about sobriety today.
I do not want to bore you
with those nervous hours between cigarettes
and how I fill each moment spent inside myself.
************ offers a ladder of perfume and hair
for me to ascend to some anaerobic bliss,
towards an isolated unity between myself
and the woman stretched out on my astral bed.
I do not want to talk about much today.
I have over-thought all that is worth a mention.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
I do not want to talk about love today.
I do not want to mention
affectionate contact or semi-regular ***
The newspapers are bringing forth
welcome divisions between mankind;
fault-lines of irreconcilable differences
to justify my half-hearted attempt at solitude.
I do not want to talk about sobriety today.
I do not want to bore you
with those nervous hours between cigarettes
and how I fill each moment spent inside myself.
************ offers a ladder of perfume and hair
for me to ascend to some anaerobic bliss,
towards an isolated unity between myself
and the woman stretched out on my astral bed.
I do not want to talk about much today.
I have over-thought all that is worth a mention.
c
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