As I lay staring into the spiraling nexus of another night spent alone
fucking a palm, and puffing a stale cigar
I try to ponder what it is I wanted to say here
what I wanted to say?
Or what I shouldn't have said
and to who...
How many more chances am I going to get to ruin?
Walking through the walls
in a room of words, jarbled and mismatched across the board
like fine paper ribbons
smooth and silky to the touch
retreating and dancing
flittering at my touch.
Share
the word keeps appearing in the chaotic meanderings
share
and ecstasy
that true kind
that pure kind
found only in the earnest arousal of your beloved
that quickened breath
that desperation of skin on skin
hot wet kisses between pleading whispers on my neck.
That antiquated feeling of validation
and pure acceptance
god
what I'd give for that high.
Just one more hit before I have to go.
The letters have dissapeared in my moment of pining heresy
the liquid ribbons of paper have drooped into puddles on the ground.
For the moment I'm in a world where time and fear do not exist
yet I'm aware of them outside this reality
a relative reality on top of another on top of another
Nothing is real
two and two can be Q if I will it.
And I do
and I enjoy the madness of metaphysic thoughts for a repose
tender fingers of absurdreality playing the wrinkles in my brain like a zither.
There's nothing to it really
this place... is no more real than the place I came from.
