As I Stand in the Stench of Hypocracy
Desperately, Seeking Imperative Signs
To Exhaust Chaotic Channels of My Life...
Sweet Aromatic Mists of Pineapple
Plung Through the Annoying Spazmatic Congestion
I...Haphazardly Display
Against My Conscientious Hormonal Affliction
Come Rain or Shine
There she lays...
My Faceless Nebula Addiction
Anticipatory...Obedient... And Ravishing
She Wasn't in the Cards, I Dealt
Or in the Hidden Deck
She Wasn't in the Room, I Shared
Playing as I Wept
She Wasn't in the Soap, I Used
Hiding in My Skin
She Was, However, in the Air of Night
Creeping from Within
She Glistens in the Thoughts, I Keep
Just Before I Quake
And Pitches Screams in Dreams, I Have
Just Before I Wake
Storybook Love Scenes
Always...End with a Kiss
I curse the day I swallowed
The Holy Catholic Mist
Friday, February 3, 2012
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