.67

she brings the pain
but not in a good way
she brought this wrath
down on herself alone
i'm gonna fuck all her women
and ruin all her men
i understand now
exactly what she does
and why she does it
it makes her human
i embrace a
genuine rush of power
now knowing
i could crush her sexy ass

.66 [the N train]

Through QB
silly how one wonders;
writes tentatively
all about the sound
clattering
clacking
riotous
vomit hurling racket
between the cars
between the ears
it's a question of degree
quietly I listen
even quieter I expound
flashing lights mean nothing
My world is down.
Under.
Above.
Anything but right here,
Right now.

.65

the hottest
summer nights
scald me
and with
blinding energy
every sad
neon sign
turns on
to you

the dapper and
the dapped
estranged and
engorged
overflown and
overfilled
forfeit real life for your beauty

splurging
the excessive depths
of your kinky headed
halo'ed image
i yearn
(i do)
but for what
i no longer know

.64

how i wish
i wasn't
what i am
to you

if i could be
any other
you might
take a second look

instead
i lost your
attention
immediately

.62

I do go on
Dour and humorless
Scarred and overly private
Friendless and privileged
Situationally disadvantaged
Socially retarded
For all to revisit
Should they stumble upon me
My inaccessibility
Mechanical measures taken
Ensures my demoness'
Won't be disconnected again

The nutrition
Daily without thinking
Disturbing like a cold chill
Disturbed like raised flesh
The riptides mellifluous
Aroused and soaked through
Weighted down
Tender and heavy
The freezing calm
Combative and sweaty
A storm is brewing
A warm front
An unholy humidity
A heavy burden
A realtime disaster
A funeral

.61

mine and her's pure secret
we are clandestine
deep dark and dirty
for no one to know
for they will judge
then destroy the mighty delusion
the catastrophe

i deflate embarrassingly
when you whisper the truth
mesmerized by your sworn witness
invested in soulful degradations
committing what once was
but from now on
will never be

.59

the jazz baps along 

with her heartfelt song
strumming
bumming
or is that just me—
unfulfilled
losing my grasp
and again
my past
has nothing on me
i never could be told—
so why would I tell you?