Wanderlust
i falter down a road of failure
writing names of places ive been
on geographical sundry
tongue in flames and kneeling on the shoulder
hitchhiking rollercoasters
each face creates a new disaster
and i moulder like a sofa cushion
in a dead house
all the springs sprung and all the colors faded out
the kind of place where ghosts cohabitate
with dusty bottles and broken dreams
all of the nothing that encompasses everything
i write down what i believe
in the hopes of one day knowing
i was born only to be deceived
so take away your silence
and hoard your greed
mount a fair steed and fall to pieces beneath
someone's righteous glove of misery
for all paths lead to history
and every mans life remains a mystery
wait for that one special reason
to stop killing and start increasing
this compulsion to abhor self destruction
and wallow in indecision
there is no discussion
just a black hole progression
swallowing and coping
nightly doping and drowning
with arms hanging high
and head hanging low
like a scarecrow im dangling
your eyes are shimmering
the surface is shivering
my heart is quivering in a jellied mass
im the blood tang in the back of your throat
youre grinning in delight as you eat me whole
i think i never try too hard
watch the ink dry on my future
once its over its definitely buried and we all know
where the dead go
they lie in graves of pine and theyre falling
beneath nearly a ton of carved stone
alot of earth to protect the entombed
as if they might escape and invade
looking for the love that was waylaid
by highwaymen without hearts or bodies
scalpels and machines that measure the pulse in
dead properties
im underwhelmed by all possibilities
but i run every night to escape the absurdity
that i might one day lie in obscurity
as the crease of your youth succumbs
and my engine is fed with your unintelligible moans
grip hard and hope for a wicked sunrise
each day is a gift and we should be surprised
but im yawning with emotion
its filled in the cracks with utmost devotion
only proper for me to forget
that we ever had a taste of what we cant let
see the light of a window or the frost of a glass
every moment with you like an overturned shotglass
my life is circumspect
i disrespect my inner voices
taking chances on ill-favored choices
infatuated with inner delusions
draining juices from citrus fruits
squeezing and pleasing
the marrow from just desserts
i am anticipating your reaction
flaunting my phallic intentions
grapes in hand i feed you a prison
and you descend with derision
gales of laughter mixing
with hiccoughs and intoxication
your crimson cheeks are naughty invitations
i speculate on your motivation
as i shank you like an inmate
incapacitated and insubstantial
bastardized creation of what we really are
as we travel so far
a pointless destination beneath a far burning star
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