A coop
Unannounced and spilt again
It's warmth a discontent
Clasping of the chest
Face now grimaced to
groan alone
Sensation dead
Hushed in quiet breath
Salty broth on cloth
musked in scent
This soup is not my friend
Isolation in the end

BACC-Break  up  Alien Couple  Camp


Already  i  have  given
tender  to  Alien species
  not space  X
  nor    NASA
to  lamp  in
newly  discovered
4,000   planets
to   celebrate   your

''Happy  Returning  Days".


It  is true  that
my  heart  now
Elon - Musked
broken  break-up
heart.  


Before  that
any   heart   had
late  after   30's
Jeff  Bezos's
aeroplane  romance  heart.



The  installation  of
'Break  up  Alien  Couple  Camp(BACC)'
is  at  end  point
on  50,000  asteroids
to  celebrate    their  and  mine
also
the  "Happy  Returning  Days."

I love to look good, auspicious they say
Maybe it’s to hide how ugly it is I am inside
Pretty devious indeed, so I always have one
Or more broads by my side, never suspicious
I am lustful, guess that is why I find
My prey to be delicious
Barely dressed yet heavily
Musked by all sorts of fragrance
Unaware of the malicious thoughts
That run rampant in my head
They say I have a twitch
So I had to get it fixed
But the charming ones love them a good story
And the bold ones hate Mr. Perfect
So "hear lies" my great defect
My little itsy bitty secret
I do not judge, yet still am a hypocrite
So criticize if you must
I shan’t protest, but I will guarantee
None will detest for I am your lover
And you hate how much you know me
So you ignore the parts you dislike
And cling to the façade I propose
You want me to use you and discard you
So a story you can share
I want to use you to discard me
Lose myself in the euphoria
Hoping the slimmest chance
That I find my first love and redemption
If not then the cycle repeats
And I take you over and over
With or without your permission

sheathe me in
vanilla heat
all musked up
& shower wet

roll me into
a fat blunt
draw in the
dank taste

c o m e
undone

take me back
ten turns around
the sun when
you were my life

i’ll kindly ask
a stranger to
ignite the spark
in my teeth

because i’m a
bergamot *****
torching this
nylon dream

you try to
rip my pith
from your
brain pits

but when you
pull back his
husk to take
in the oud . . .

the sillage of our
love is conjured
& suddenly we
are back in the
b  e  d  r  o  o  m
on joseph avenue