Nightmares
Tendencies, tendencies where do you flow?
Tendencies, tendencies who woulda known?
flying through the breeze like a chimpanzee, banana-bound
santa-bound with his sack and his hit and his crazy melodrama
sink it down and let it swirl around a bit
before it hits the drain, missing the aim
of these goals, fantasies laid before me
I’ll take a bit of this and that and a little o’ tha yella, please?
Knees, constantly rhyming theme, a counter-productive meme in my prophecies
But dammit does it rhyme!
Rhymes in time, to be sure.
Surely.
HEY, don’t call me that.
So we arrive back to the point contained
Maimed and shattered
Bruised and battered like a bitter broken barmaid
Collecting her thoughts and her shattered appendages
Woops we say. There’s a pill for the pain
Rogaine for all the hair we lose pulling out stripes for our neighbors
Fantastic, fantasy, fanfare, fantasm?!
Orgasm?
Asm, ism, truism and altruism
My heart in the wrong place at the right time.
Consigned to forming opinions and basing facts
Upon renditions of psyche’s long lost
Claustrophobic desires wrapping my sex-charged groin into doors once shut
Breaking the silence with a foot, a boot, steel-toed nightmare
banging down everything
Destroying my fears, my safety
Another thought of knees
Obsession to kneeling, obsessing to blessing those infrequently frequented
Wandering into the dusty tombs
Spider’s kindling lit from afar
A gaze
A daze
Dazed and so inevitably wandering back to the unknown
One step forward into oblivion
One small leap for distraughtkind.
So fuck what you say
And fuck what I say
Fuck it all
Hard
Without lubrication
Provocation
Sinister provocation.
Provoke me, stir me with your coffee stick
Lick the tip of caffeinated madness with me
Staring into eyes, lost souls and lost priorities.
Deep sighs, deep regrets, even deeper mistakes and even deeper recognitions.
Dark and dirty and just right
Just ripe for the taking
Sunken flesh, broken dreams oozing across the landscape of naked flesh
Superimposed and exposed upon this canvas
Art comes alive
Is breathing
Heaving
Horny
Enticed and so close
So near yet so far away
How can I reach this awkwardness in my mind
My head
The head on my shoulders
With a clenched fist and a shot of whatever is closest.
Drown me in your nightmares, please.
I want to breathe the fluid of your soul.
Choke on the ecstasy.
Cough it out
And taste the dirty air in my lungs once again.
Cleanse me you dirty fucking soul
Just cleanse me and lose me and get lost in me
Before I explode, misdirected and misaligned
In all possible directions, yet without aim
Or goal
Or soul to purchase upon.
8 Oct 2008
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