thanksgiving

at the grey lady. we sing fractal hymns. formulas and voice. snap the tips of the cold fondling finger tops. a delicate smell of the festive forks. a clink of glass. and melting wood. a beating mob. of cheer and quip. let it foam and flush. and swell and squeeze. the voice of thanks. the prize of grace. the still of leaves of thunder brains. white with paint. mold with fear of mourning sands. rockaways, the penumbra colts. the jagged frills of the cold, elegant decorative. tonight we ring. the bells and tolls of highway frocks. of gods and sheep. of strings and pus. disguise your love. hide your lights. the neon eyes. and carpet stamps. mulberry plum. let me hold. your hands in shame and love.

caress the moon. tonight, like he. and him and his. sweet saturday love. spread your eyes. in a momentous pinnacle of the whirring aphrodisiacs. the lesbian herd. instrumental to the realization of a mosaic identity. a pattern work of half truths. a floating base of multiple me. of multiple i. you will never know. the cigarette smoke. why does it twirl. where does it mix. and match and vibe. vaporize in space. hovering in leaps. and snaking in toes. the lips outstretched. incipience of a category class of the vapored and the vapid and the intrepid love-lace lullaby. section-less identity. why do you hyperbolize the strength of your character? to impress. who? the world of corn. the world of ears. the world of this classist look-ist tentacle auditorium of judgmental beauties. the beasts, they suffer. they repent. evading the interconversion. let us be mannered. let us be the conservative ideal of the morality wisdom etiquette. let us display the ethicality of the text book prints. for our conscience -the laughable body-mongers. the pristine humanity of interaction. yet, the beastiality you hide. bores fangs on the simplicity of your lattice-lust. to come back and say, this is my identity alone. is a faux interlude of your inner eccentricities, complexities and desires. you are not the one and only by-product of a sinewy character building. i certainly am not. never will be. the subtracted product of condition and situation. to present a trope. you say, you lie. lie, yes. you may not know the truth of my core. this is my collage-identity. this is what we call the tailor-made. the tailor, the self. making makes and goods. the hypotenuse parallel of identity songs. to one, you are the pauper dust. the proverbial failed. the spice of doom. every lie. every death. identity kill. stabbed with the spade of matador kings. the truck fantasies of a dying mechanic political hegemony. one word string song. you meaningless mindless spurt fountain devil! you flirt with lies. and the ninety seven cloud stains of gibberish.

mulberry plum. i give thanks to the pontificate of the heart-wringing emotionality of the cold, dying spectrum. take a breath. hold your smile. unfurl your soul and fly.