a powerful thought storms across my brain
usher the good people their sanctuary,
i’m not exactly feeling any pain
just a general sense that I can’t be free
when my one true love exists out there
that bear, love, has a super long tongue
i know better than a speak-easy dare,
to advertise my shame (as if I am hung)
i haven’t had a drop since time began
love them and leave them—wish i was you,
things, however, don’t go as we plan
they’re coming for me, honey, what to do?
can’t do math right now—serotonin? withdrawal taking the piss—thinking, mostly, how am I going to get out of this? Got you on the line, but it seems, for now, it’s better to combine your voice and mine
seeing as you can’t help but wonder where I am—what I’m doing, when I’m not with you. high-five, sister, but who, at this point, would really think? I take on the weight of the world—thinking I can get in and out in a jiffy
crossing the threshold; this is the point of no return. damn this anxiety and the desire, i think, to cut loose and burn [something] up; made for this moment; they all realize: I’m taking you with me to the other side
crazy ass [darky] playing games with my sheets; i think of you honey; you’ve got my by the heartstrings - I see, don’t I, how you really feel, what you really think, but who am I kidding? I gravitate, don’t I, to the love i beget?
fancy way of saying i can’t be at peace
dying to waste an idiot in log space,
oscillations going out to the police,
from my crazy [yellow] ear, save face
when you can, thinking of them; spilling
out of me, all around me, this torture
I defend; but really the play’s the thing
in which we’ll catch the lot we endure
random blond mouths spouting what
they deserve—disassociating from him
double-shot of rum; now, him, in a rut
wanted to get electric: make me slim
get big as me and then we can screw
lying to ourselves whisky on her breath
intelligence [the color yellow] for a few
not so many, however, nearing my death
tired of all the lies i tell myself: what’s
gone on, now? where did the [homo] go?
that’s just it, dear, He loves and he struts
taking it all in stride like a cup of Joe
adrenaline [monkey] wasting my time
yeah, i did that, but I was out of my mind
anyhow, can’t you see, sarcasm from slime
building up my vessel, semen defined
go don’t I, to this surprise end? talking to them from the base of my spine—the floor of my prostate, the gate is opened, trading what, love, lives in our backs
don’t get the wrong idea, batten down the hatch; you can do this—go this route, but keep in mind, well, He is forbidden there that’s a complex space that means many things—you differentiate, trade places, this is serious [shit]
asserting myself with His heterosexual kick: aka: you loved women, didn’t you, all along, but found myself, didn’t I, brainwashed by this notion; what the hell is truth? what [hole] put this into motion?
loving young woman: don’t make me do it to you? it’s my job to protect you from his lies: to tell you the truth, bringing it down on my eyes: i read it, don’t i, in exchange for His company?