#redefining
we write now past anger,
but nearer to the closing
…
the period of our lives, here,
at the end of this poem
and with every day,
every word, every look,
i·so·la·tion
is now redefined as:
des·o·la·tion
(a state of complete emptiness or destruction barrenness bleakness starkness misery melancholy gloom bareness dismalness grimness aridity sterility wildness anguished misery loneliness despondency despair distress)
now, it too is redefined as:
we can no longer look at our children faces...
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
I’m searching for an answer.
Surrounded by monogamists I crawl and weep,
Surrounded by dogmatists I hunger.
I’m searching for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
I don’t want to hear something about the seasons,
Or anything about ethics.
No more flowers,
Away with the aesthetic of yore.
Give me the affairs, the filth, secret lives.
Give me the runaways, the elderly, the jokesters.
Give me the casanovas and cougars.
I search this rotten boulevard and t
All night, all night, even during the day..
I’m on the search..
I’m looking for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC