Parking lot meditation
What do you think of knives
Voices from a passing car
“sharp”
I want to reply
In the conversation I am excluded from
coming upon an upside down goose on crumbling parking lot pavement as I start
to contemplate mortality
neck underneath its enfolded wings and
back
people will observe this sight and just
say sad
where are our minds?
Struggling with doppelgangers
Just like us
We have polish in a digital mirror
For days and hours
Until real rot sets in
Mind/body consumption through something
darkly bright-sided by whatever they got
I want to turn this waterfowl over
But already know
Like most of us
The head’s gone missing
Consumed
Nocturnal promises
Last night I drank more than usual and
prayed to your god of guilty kisses and shameful lamentations
The night for me has always been the time
for sacred truths
You told mem you adored the way I teased
your hole
and as I entered you
gradually at first
patience surrendered into virtuous passion
and a heavenly savage thrust
you jerked wildly
our sweat and juices like nuclear fusion
as I took your face in my hands
your lips quivered
eyes calms and alighted
deeper
unfurling
inside you
your legs wrapped tighter
drawing me closer
pelvic bones not quite grinding
I want it all with you
I surrender myself to you
I desire
Your blemishes
You scars
Everything
That makes you
More than beauty
More than cognitive revelry
More than the entirety of you
More than the entirety of me
Us
And as we clasped hands
Sealing it all with a kiss
Little did I know
how little promises would be kept
the nocturnal broken underneath
the painful illumination
of revelation
The greatest number
Can you feel the aggression
Coming off the moving cars
They know it can’t work anymore
Blue dreaming
My father slipping into dementia
Gets upset when I openly smoke cannabis in
the house
as he the next morning
taking empty beer bottles to Target will
ask after 100mgs of edibles for breakfast
how many god damn women will I have
to wait behind in line?
Nineteen, dad
Nineteen
Frequency
Radio waves
Sex in space
Source manifestation
Deadening acts
Intergalactic rapture
relationships
eternal
ghost-point
non-zero pattern recognition
mystic reconfiguration
love does not haunt
the adoration of fantasy
does your house have lions and does the
shelter breathe?
how far will you let your heart beat?
Flooding transitions
Bloody transmissions
Don’t roar past the gate
breathing
winds of an ever allusive
first time
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