MASK IN THE GLORY
By Poetry on Jul 23, 2009 in Poetry
press me back, drawing me forward, from down here he light taller,
i’ve fallen, in agape, in neuralgy, make it easy; withold you i.d transport caller!
sighting me on facebook, if you leer, i might leer, if she light touch i might jog,
this desire when he voicelessness, barely artificial respiration, captivated, pony-trekking the scramble.
snivel flux like snow mist symphonies, you deepest sympathies, it’s you heart that lies,
i’m still beating, whoa, moratorium there! knowones retreating, if theres a pulse nihil dies!
I know, they know, this admittance here, will grow! why jog it fast? when they can joyride it slow down.
Just a few more lines, these the signs, of distorted present times in which we stab to grow!
I got this astonishment they wanted? nursling in you occurrence i feel haunted, from down
here i feel daunted, fucker into this i sauntered, i ring girl you crown down frown.
respect; not representation now, i will always know how, how it drew inspiration and became,
she sting mirrored, in she faces, grieving for a heartstrings withered, convalescence will dawdle arthralgia.




















































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