henry.
this
is your bone cabaret of the tacky nudes. a garland of orgasm, laced and
encased in the lilt of the diffuse humanity plenitude. look at you,
holding fists. touching cherry plays. this act of discontinuous sex: an
effusion of carnality. man, the sexual being. the wonder king of plague
machinations of lies, and mystery. live with son and wife. but i want to play with you. you say, with profuse carelessness. oozing a pale grease of satiety. we can rent rooms through my work. i do my job well -they'll do as i say.
to wield this power of the extraordinary deceit perplexity, you vapid
liar. so bland in your mesh of imaginations. in this ultra-contracture
of inter-work and network, a convoluted brain. the network theory of
complexity of this irrational man. lying and vying and pretending, every
day, behind a curtain of normalcy. a wax tailor of sorts. a molder of
kings and sleeves. the proponent of a tortured entropy. welcome to the threshold of the strings. the chaos theory of dissonance.
for all of the misshapen, and the addicts. and the roiling displeasure
of your ossified subconscious. you hold hands, as if. as if to charm, to
please, to support. to succor. to fuck. to comfort. to play and strum
and pump your skin. and knead and feed a hundred gods of space-time
bigotry. your love of love, your vying deed. your hate of hate, a second
fake. your lust for art. and the composition of dead poets. the chain
dolls and vaudevilles. the perplexity of a sensuality. make me wild, and
crazed. to lose my self in this grip of an engendered evolution
of the dissolving emotionality. my testosterone breath and energy
growls. and an inner howl of a non-receeding desire. every day. every
second. this reflection of the self-identity on a paradigm scale of
weights and stones. let us hold hands, and mesh our works and gelatin
and organs. and poetry and art. and pupils of ash. and tremolos of
glass. and pill crescent honey songs. the dance of snow flakes. this
universe of mesh, this work of piss. anathema of the wanderlust. sing
something. play something henry. play.
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