A lofty rabbit stands afore me
Mocks and jeers, if occasionally.
It came from behind a curtain.
Why now, I am not certain.
To the masses, I flee.

It jumped and socialised with humans there.
Aware I was; always naked and bare.
Confused I heard and spoke.
It shrunk only slightly, yet it leered.

Speak with a distraction, my ***** play the same.
True, my contradiction, sometimes it I blame.
Useful, as always, I speak to a girl.
Eyes of Tsavorite, tongue of Mercury; what a thrill.

The girl she responds, yet why does the rabbit smile?
Could the rodent have sent me to her? How vile.
This act creates displeasure.
My mind, here, loved her at my leisure.
A sip, a sip, from a forbidden phial.

This was a day beyond my conscious.
Betrayed and now, slightly anxious.
You see, I knew to love you, would
Not be intelligent. Refrain, I should.
Yet, here I write merely to be bloodless.

You said it in French.
Made it unique,
Special.
But lost in translation.
The intent was there, but
So was the fear.
“Je t'adore”
I love you.
Such a shame.

I understand though.
A form of expression
With your mysterious style.
I did it when I love you.
Now you do it for him.
At least he knows.
I was just a coward.
Maybe one day
This glass will shatter
And the shards will make it
Painfully clear.

Then, you will know
How I feel about you
And maybe I will know
Where I stand with you

How penniless, pathetic, passive.
A time that burned with
The recognition of the heart,
For so long, merely a cavity lay
Where the beats should lie.

Then, by the call of the
Siren,
It became apparent
That a vestibular
Rhythm entered
My core.

Could it be,
My most painful irony
Could be:
That I only grew a
Heart
For it
To be
Stolen
And
Broken?
Maybe.

The time has come alone
(this time)
To observe the
Ambiguity of my existence
Tear from some eyes
Tear from the cavity.
It’s empty again,
The heart cavity.
Yet,
If one were to look
Next to, Above, Then Squint a little.
There will be your name,
Carved and branded into the flesh
Stating that you were
(and always will be)
There.

Maybe I'm wrong.
Perhaps it is an error.
But he died I said, God save thee, you say.
The Rule of Complex
But, however, effective (.
Because if we play to this fable
There ... Shall not continue.
Simple harmony
If I am tortured.
Understand
No, never.
Not as if we:
The Senate and without a soul.
One thing to trouble
This is the we have forgotten, even though the bonds of
Exact,
Of course, all hail.
At this time, in the reaction, be the
Next time
The end of Relationship
Death in the air.
It would seem is always a lot of
So that you excuse the
The perfect I want to
Because I have not
Thus, it is
There is no truth in the world.
I hope to play belongs
Maybe time
It is right you will be able
ERROR
You may recall me.

Grounds of caffeine and capsaicin
Surround my feet.
Tiny specks spilt
From a nonchalant cupboard.
Effective, yet useless
Down by me feet.

Gather the specks
And boil the concoction!
Mix the beverage
And pour it into a cup!
Drink, *******, drink!

How morose. How macabre.
The dog has moved to another tree.
The ***** merely ignores it. Rejects it.
Give a visage of violence.
It’s alright now, you’re safe.

She calls again.
You answer.
The tree is not the tree.
But a special tree.
A sip, a sip, take another sip.

Gulp it and see.
See the busy bumblebee,
And the ascending anathema
And the cacophanous ****.
It is all beautiful. Ambiguous. Curious.

How odd, the drink I consume.
And there you stand. Oblivious to me.
I call and you turn, briefly.
Are you a ghost? Angel? Demon?
I don’t know.
But you begin to blur.
It cannot be stopped.
I will miss you.

Grounds of caffeine and capsaicin:
What a beverage. What a drink.
No bricks. No lemons.
Just my serendipitous spill.
If only I had
Grounds of capsaicin and caffeine.

You will break men’s hearts.
A subtle siren
And a melancholic muse.
Beyond all exaggeration
One of those tiny little smells
And men are changed.

You open up their minds
And find what they truly are.
Depress them: show their
Desires
*******
Poets.

You are the key.
The master key.
You will open up many men.
They will love you first.
Show affection.
Compliment.
And you will stand stock still.
Cold. But you do care.

You haven’t broken my heart,
Not yet.
So I stay.
Because it will be a lot more fun
Than if
I go away.

As she adjusted her bra strap,
I noticed my lust.
Blindingly sevidical, but as brief as a wrap,
To control, to control, let it fall to the dust.

I wished for many a time
Merely to speak, to flow, allow my thoughts to congeal.
Alas, it was faulty; only amounting to my sacral slime.
I should realise, fortify the need for reckless zeal.

Claim envy. Jealousy. Angst.
A coward. A loser. A failure.
For sure, for sure. It appears it canst.
Only to seek, touch, comprehend your allure.

Sirens and succubi hold no claim.
Vixens and Amazons wither in your light.
Incorporate: Intelligence. Ineffectual. Insane.
For you lasted longer than any mere sight.

They will ask me, one day
How I allowed the fissure to exist.
Fall. Fall. At the bottom you lay.
I will respond, “It was my cowardice I kissed”