Thursday, August 6, 2009

Separate

Separate

no hope for this obsession
held between young thighs
twisted choking tentacles
squeezing out the life
the essence of being
potted with the plant
groping in the darkness
wrestling with confusion
slinks in order to preserve
wine of her fornication
a solitary tree
confined space
ride the heralded horse
with the naked angel
we are deceived
by a wild demon
thinking the dream is real
brutal dark blades
cut us down
in the midst of plenty
minds packed in cottage cheese
simple sinking aim
throat’s spilling master
not held by the path’s swirls
regulations spinning out of control
reaching for a handrail
touching on infinity
walking down a notorious sidewalk
the cracks laugh
as you walk by
they know your dysfunction
no longer abstract
but concrete now

© Deep Piercing Cut

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