okay. okay
desultory genius. under construction. lost when unnerved
nothing more bizarre than the absurdist themes conjured with words
it’s almost perverted with how unconcerned I’ve grown as a man
flirt with death. skeleton slow dance. holding his hands
smile so they see it, hold smog in my lungs
breathe it out when the smoke clears. Simon de Beauvoir
polished the earth that you stand on, apologies worth
sleep paralysis, demon passage. toss and you turn
I’m your most perfected distraction. go on as you were
cause I’ll never be anyone’s anything or something deserved
just a deserted desert. destructive. berserk
deconstruct me to dirt, I’m your diversionary malpractice
making inadvertent adversaries off these Shakespearean actions
the never intended directors cut. a roll of film wasted
the point of this, is concave. an oil drill placement.
boiled blood painted roses, and the soil in my bones’ clay
another day, another doctrine. just shooting in my two cents
living tooth an nail through this truth is hell nuisance
give me a hug. give me a kiss
give me a fuck. give a fuck about this.
oblivions done. an oblivious run-around crypt