Sunday, February 3, 2013

50 cent alphabets


 
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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