You come in late, wiping your lips.
What did I leave untouched on the doorstep---

White Nike,
Streaming between my walls?

Smilingly, blue lightning
Assumes, like a meathook, the burden of his parts.

The police love you, you confess everything.
Bright hair, shoe-black, old plastic,

Is my life so intriguing?
Is it for this you widen your eye-rings?

Is it for this the air motes depart?
They rae not air motes, they are corpuscles.

Open your handbag. What is that bad smell?
It is your knitting, busily

Hooking itself to itself,
It is your sticky candies.

I have your head on my wall.
Navel cords, blue-red and lucent,

Shriek from my belly like arrows, and these I ride.
O moon-glow, o sick one,

The stolen horses, the fornications
Circle a womb of marble.

Where are you going
That you **** breath like mileage?

Sulfurous adulteries grieve in a dream.
Cold glass, how you insert yourself

Between myself and myself.
I scratch like a cat.

The blood that runs is dark fruit---
An effect, a cosmetic.

You smile.
No, it is not fatal.

I am going to ******* American!
You are not a *******!
Your ******* and fornications
won't be something that is never found
in Allah's lands!

Infidel with your luxorius hair
and smooth silken skin,
exposed flesh and temptations,
you are **** and beautiful
aren't you,
a prime canidate for a stoning?

Thinking on your bad behaviours
(Singing songs, singing songs)
Playing on your fornications
(thinking long, thinking long)

And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry with you

Eating with your friendly gestures
(holding hands, holding hands
Nothing holding them together
(goodbye friends, goodbye friend)

And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry to you

Woman your eyes are purple
(Starlight blaze, starlight blaze)
Lady your hands are wrinkled
(“no-where days”, “no-where days”)

And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry with you

Watch them as they go in circles
(crack of dawn, crack of dawn)
Reading their instruction manuals
(Men or fawns, men of fawns)

And I will lie to you,
And I won’t cry with you.

Perfect people chained and linked,
(Broken heart, broken heart)
happy words clearly inked
(smiling men, smiling men)

And I will lie to you
And I won’t cry with you

Rainbow dribble speaking stutter
(no more rain, no more rain)
Sun-shining, papillon's gutter
wing beat gone, wing beat gone

And I will lie to you,
And I won’t cry with you.

Playing on your fornications
(thinking long, thinking long)
Thinking on your bad behaviours.
(Singing songs, singing songs)

[I won’t cry with you]

Optimal monstrance languishing vast tractive icky yantra grandiose plenary juxtaposition repertoire blasphemously exoneration zealotry sensorium unary heuristic nimbus warranty acerbity kinesiology xenobiotic corporeal quantify finite

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dissonant is what it was.

that foreverness of din.
criminal—
  aloft, eluding some captive way
    of emphasis.

  scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.

truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
  oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
  and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
      stray coins in the keep.

dissonance is what it still is.

there's a slow moon over the aubade
     over the culled garden.
     over the cloverleaf curve
    in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
  caterwauling noises flailing
      belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
    to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
    of the same axiom, equation,
    salt, crossovers.

The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?

Wherein creation dumbs down!!!

To mammal inferiors!!!

For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!

Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!

Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?

Sister and brother!!

Hath thou forgotten thy kin?

For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!

Is it thee that shalt win?

Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!

Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and *******
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!

For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children

Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!

(Secret lovers) By meself.. secret devotions, titled emotion sweeps the dusted lands.. Secrets turned to openness,false lovers have strong demands. Fashion glasses and technology to hide the child inner face, the inner place is no longer in their hearts, yet their pocket books. Unswept crannies and nooks to unmask young romancers graves, where if you turn the page your conquest would not be seen..Two lovers one dream can they entrust all to eachother, sister and brother how thyselves you soon forgot.. The kettled *** boils to free those worldly slaves, where none behave. For god calls us all to an enlightening where the invitings for you and me not them..Forget your soo called friends for they make you stools of what was, all because fake words turned reality..For they believe as they please, their hearts are lusted, theyve spoiled their seed.. Open your eyes new age 60s generation, where **** and ******* are now your wicked god..You fashionistas you comfortable slobs...How lost you have become in fornications, where the world is your heaven, your divided nations are bound to fall sometime soon....

Short conversations
Little destinations  
Eye contact locked in distractions
Filled with judgement and distinctions
There are others thinking of competitions
The rest of them are empty spaced but enough room for fornications
You can see them, hear them, their hidden intentions
Body language is the best choice of communication in these interactions
But it ends disastrous and you can't find a solution
Then it starts to become a sudden revelation
They are lost and you are damaged, but is that going to be your conclusion?