Stillborn Soliloquy

i was angry... go figure

I've gone off the deep end.

Every sixth blue moon they sacrifice their flesh faces for the cause.

The millennia's thirteenth summer gilded

The great romp of my heart in a place of you down here

By the sixth waning week, I had gnawed myself up to the elbows

Dispossessed, quite clean of the dirty pimp fingers

Gassed with the f**k of you, the whole incense burning s**t of you

Love love loving the tar from under you

The solar ellipses yawns like a groaning forest

I finger the hems of their logic, letting me go--

Oh, won't you home me in, I am fickle and in love with you

I am unfolding for you, like a willing violet

I hear you like a thunderstorm

Undoubtedly, irrevocably, unholy, an untameable mess

Your foul grunt like an unfathomable why

I glide, abide, and died in you. 

Reviews

[Nicole Williams]

If its one thing I can understand its anger,
and I can definitely feel it in every line.
Very well penned.