XII

an empty hope
like a boy promises
-eternity

the
illusion
& deception
of youth, expands

tender girlish lips
zealous ears
yearning to
hear
the four letter
allure

the spell delivered
between her thighs
in splintered speech

boyish moans
girlish quivers

an innocence is
undressed
&
arranged
in an
unchaste
cloaked creek

ripe forest trees
in lurid minds
fall
by the axe
of boyish hands

youth’s hymn
sings a
horror

forget
(this)

re-live
(the)

haunted
pages
of
your
past

-in youth

Bloom & Expire

Genes carried in
our bodies


Multiply


Essence carried in
our soul

Travels

The essence and genes splice

Our seconds to be in form
blooms and expires


Together is Life

Without is Death

eminence of ego

eminence of
self
above
all

eyes,
so
coward

fingers like electrical wires
sparking in a storm
disattached
moves

like a beast


can’t accept
can’t understand

eminence of
ego
cripples
one
to

blossom

grapevine of a widow

those wooden
brown
sad
sunken eyes
accent
your small
callous
red
lips

like one
of
a colorless
and oppressed
phantom

to proud
to give in
that your
absent-hearted
past actions
should be
reflected

(i'll remain the dream you abuse. i'll remain the instrument you play to boost that one-colored, puzzling aura of self.)

to you,
i'm the grapevine of a widow
or
the vines growing up the wall
of my broken home

yearning

your
heavy breathing

ear tips moist

our bodies together
chest to chest

our unholy gestures
oh spirits
would be ashamed

i can't figure out if this
is love
or
yearning
for
some
silhouetted
comfort

tell me
what you
see underneath
those
evasive
eyelids

i can only imagine
(the worst)

psycology of cities

distracted stimulation's
of the sounds
of the people
to many to count
to many to see

car horns
waltzing feet
smoke rising
cold city wind

you're isolated
by the walls of people
of voices
of buildings

you feel defeated
by some
invisible force

people as walls
people as barriers
people as images among the static
--silently obeying

the psychology of
cities:
for the ones
that need
to be dis-attached
from
all that
lies inside
(all of that suffering outside and in)

the train doors open
you're free
at last

yet you're still stuck within
the body,
of this
stifling city

yet you're still lead
by the
alluring finger
of this city
it's
breath
whispers
"hush. follow me"

ghost of you

is it
the ghost
of you

the absent form
that you existed
as
in the past

is it that ghost
that I
adore

you're not the you
that I used
to know