Getting reminded of lack, it's consistent,
Becoming temperamentally absent,
This aggression, spiralling
a constant distraction
Help me, anyone, turn off this damn TV,
I am failing miserably, can’t handle this perpetual novelty,
becoming tethered mentally,
carbonation rising, observing this maddening tragedy.
Bodies merging, destruction of sacred flesh union,
corrupting monstrously, hedonism galore,
everything is pointless, loving becomes a chore,
Bodies intersecting,
masked cacophony of joyful agony,
left with pure anatomy
Perverts guiding the journey,
defacing architecture symbolically,
sabotaging masterfully
Signalling openness, pretending indifference,
deeply searching for blissful ignorance,
cashing emotional significance.
Faces transforming, becoming ugly,
hard to tolerate,
this posturing, pus-infested passion
Tantalus becomes Eros
Playing games of devouring sentimentality,
asking forgiveness for drunken posterity,
So disgusting, can’t stop this maddening clarity,
from classifying excessively
Loving each other as vibes,
vibing becoming
an ouroboros of empty minds.
How passionate,
You Only Live Once,
can't tolerate this clown behaviour,
free externally,
imprinting on each other,
tattooing with invisible ink calligraphy,
translucent exterior
Look how the snake moves,
slithering continuously,
slimy devouring,
shedding easily,
no future trajectory,
endlessly living in this now,
hidden completely
yet visible so fully
Deluding themselves in real time,
rewriting the past, present and future
“Identity, what’s that? I’d rather drink whisky and party baby.”
shapeshifting chameleon,
“Words never fail me.” look, look,
how the mask shifts magnificently
Scared of binding, refracting magnificently,
running away from interiors, those eyes won’t reflect your interiority,
remain child forever, a decaying musicality in this temporary finality,
are you crying? This is the price of one’s own stupidity.
Want Sympathy? Unfortunately, I lack that particular naivety.
This motion you inhabit, draped in silky seasonal weather,
what bright bloody color, this wedding attire,
how beautiful it appears, murdered culture in your typhonic drunk stupor,
deep crimson red, hands can’t count in past tense,
glory in the now, make wine and drown,
Exclaim loudly and hollow oneself out.
This living parody of culture growing organically,
fungus growth complete,
all of them the same now,
completely hollow simulations
masking connection, failing silently,
wonder if someone got a remedy,
a sobering home-brewed synergy?
smoothie made of mercy?
nope, too much,
Tartarus-bound cooking,
cooking a delightful spicy stew of irony.
