I have a hole in my heart.
Once a trusty pouch
is now a conspiring pump
that floods my insides
with the dark red fury

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu
The words flutter like a salacious
Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat
Baudelaire on drugs.
A reading, by a poet,

The feeling came again.
Love or Lust?
Neither I hope,
I hate writing of love.
It invokes a powerlessness

At first, I was the reveling masq
In a dozen wanton nights,
with a lack of fright for social a
I sought to receive.
I sought to breath

It is a good thing
to have words
melted at the sunset.
Beyond sense,
sybaritic,

You used to walk around the park
and feel the air perched on your t
but now it is no more.
Once written in mosaic glass
is now just a shatter on the floor

I keep seeing
them
out of shadows
they creep,
men in black robes.

We shoot for superiority.
The best of the idea,
the winning match and set
game for the domination.
I, with masculine energy,

I’m hesitant,
a little anxious and
KINDA NERVOUS.
I haven’t talked to anybody
at all this week