You a mirror, he a stone. (aka 'man and his silence')

Time (then) titillated.... [a lot & loudly]

lost for(lor/e\n).       just trying to be funny!

The crystals of appetite have satisfied the satiation of my enamored-ation.

(The pt. being that waiting is wanting & I'm left losing

...even when the yellows are golden and the day is holding.

calmly. still.

though her eyes were the ones as black as coals,

his were the ones that felt vacuous and cold.

not to prod and poke, 

it's just that you are standing upright lying down.

Cantus, can't us dominate the diminuendo [to make a crescendo]?

Oh, harrowed harried Halloween,

Where did thou go in need of such time?                   Alone.

I've embroidered patterns palletted across my face,

to tell truth in hinds eye.

Though, in hindsight perhaps it is not   (.)

That diminutive dyad dart was wound all arnd

wrapping my hollowed heart so it couldn't be seen protruding,

no,  you did not know it was there-

So when its projecting prickle lied bare across yr cheek,

scraping ever so gently-

and I felt that 'stick in my craw'...

It was as if the witches cackle had turned calloused and cold.

The Gathering by Anne Enright. Excerpt:

"But it is not just the sex, or remembered sex that makes me think I love Michael Weiss from Brooklyn, now, seventeen years too late.  It is the way he refused to own me, no matter how much I tried to be owned.  It was the way he would not take me, he would only meet me, and that only even halfway.

I think I am ready for that now.  I think I am ready to be met."

Whimsical weakness.

I shall call it a,                                              {whine

As it seeps through 

taking short-stagnated over-held taken too long

breathes

that become stale when I;m

trying to meander my thoughts

down

to a meditation.

Looking to lose [her mind]

lethargic & loquacious

liquid     ,      lullify(ed)

We've hah haved brazenly & posture-laricly posed 

ina plastic placard w/poised poison. 

A bunch of myriad-murdered 

misanthropes/weare(y).

"The inner attempt at synthesis always begins w/conflict."

this

wallowed weight no longer worries me.

Lifted w/ lanky arms

frm fracture face within an:

enviable enveloped empathetic embrace.

abstained (or strained) w/furrowed multifaceted brow

Just suppose,

I started slyly slaying yr serpent tongue so that when you spoke to me

in yr language

I'd already be disengaged.

But now we need not worry abt such trivial things, 

thorough,

why you've done me no disservice (for now)

And I'm done with my allocating.

gng on 2 hrs. sleep

banal brain,

what have you to think abt?

 to have left me lying roused for such a long time.

Sincerely,

  

    Lethargic Lo

Cracked tooth of wisdom/s\:

Yr series is my strange static;

My past is freckled with sovereigns rulers;

Seems silly to have been trading [a] heavy heart, for a handshake hug;

While you rotate yr rhymes, I'll waste my time on: adaptational bemusements;

Mentality is something of a 'fuck it' ! nature... but not in a promiscuous sort of way;

What was once a splendor of elongated sanity had had to  become-a never enough/too much time.

Yr my: consistent coagulated colloquial curse,

Soaked in gelatenous gestations,

supervising in the mistakes its taking to make              the time

for what was

at once

possibly perfect....yes     (even if there's no such thing).

                                                                   

faced with obstacles-I'm not   hurdling ovr

not even gng arnd them just turning back

and the paper is sometimes toO big to fill all the pages but  its never too late to 

stop.

and .

slow.

d-o-w-n.

My pores are open,  I am oozing.

There are revolving rocks tumbling in my gut.

Mississ(this)_ISippi

Surreptitiously, Suspicious

Doors

     Composedly closed. 

& slamming.

[the] somewhat-

fake romancing.

Hand held, open HEart acHEs.

We've become:    uncompromising

or unsympath/os\izing

   & utterly composed?

(I think)

There is no false sense of self or salvation-

Salutations.      Sal-   a   -vations ...

Yr no longer my crutch to life, 

yet still a barriered,

darriered cock-block.

There We'll

(never be another you [us]).

We're Sea AnEmoNEs

Too well crafted 2b 'cute'

our: singularities single ~me~ out

(with a s{i}mile)

exacting but not exalted, 

within'n insignificant got too carried away, corned beef conundrum.

Quarter Two & Halved Heart

Bold baited benevolence as you stepped on my toes

that is....

how the story goes (they say)

Picked up one more Saucy

to fill me up for my journey

too slow.

Can't quit the old tinker box, even when it slows its pace.

Given up the quest,   just aint my thing but honey,

you just ain't the sugar

in  my  bowl.

In Peace(s)

love you, luv u, Like u

listen you!

yr likened to me/fixin' (doin' the)

less of a chance to lose myself cause yr so linear lined up________________

                          & I like that abt you

sometimes.

thesame time at time/s/   you can be rather difficult to 

digest i digress.

but o, doin the best,

                  we?              can?

....

I like you meant more. Until I love you felt real.

Then came:

_pause_

" . . . "

"Good night",

(no) thing.

FINALE:

fascination w/silence-     frugal w/feelings

fingers clasped cunt omitting cutcunnillingus cock-sucked f*ck

f8ck!

f*ck me.

please?

        

Kant Hide Forever

I hate that yr meandering petty one-note self expressions have left me 

feeling like a cliched & colorful punctured pigment on all those (demographically speaking) 

16-22 yr old girls.

A muse, no; a cheap trick, yes.

Yr canary caged.

Flown into walls too many times begun to pull our feathers leaving plumage for yr colorful collage(s).

My faults and folly's were dollar signed contracts

I'm not the one patterned.

It. is. you.

Needed to 'no' (the needle knows)

Cooled calm.   ing coercions.

Crooked lines spingtangaling inside of me beside you [b/c of you (?)]

Bed. Side.

    Manner laid

          nxt to (never into) you

yr spreading yr silence

Starred at blankly slated slovenly & slow

Is it really my time to go?

Convoluted but contained w/out yr:

hemmed and hawed Hobnobbery,

Haberdashery,

And how-do-you-fuckin-do's