101000100111in solitude dreams call for inconspicuous laughter waking dreaming d r e a m i n g only to discover her tears embedded in an autobiography of disillusion101000100111
within a mirror
and the childrem go about their routines, life used to have recess, now d r e a m i n g waking dying under holy matrimony we realize what is amiss.
poetic posestrembling in perfect unison, our naked bodies clash with unrelentless satisfactionpoetic poses
aching for climax
the lustuer of our reflect painted amist a sinful need for biologic retribution
this feels really good
and aching for another thrust, the tension breaches a new intensity, pushing the boundaries of our unwarrented passion.
my penis
and your vagina,
coming together as
one
a final explosion to end our poetic poses
love as a fallacyan axiom of infallible cruelties,love as a fallacy
she nullifies the tears trailing from my cheek
how could she hurt me like this - again?
a love letter left inside my cubby is seal with the blood of my heart
she contemplates
a
falling
painting,
from a canvas wall. the tiles are accented by the reflection of blood in my veins veins,
throbbing with anticipation, begging to not be disappointed
and yet the heart knows not of their importance, still beating it only knows what the brain says. a mechanical
her dark eyesin her dark eyes,her dark eyes
i see a reflection of myself
she is deep
and thinks about deep stuff, just like me.
the sunset,
carries a frown, a message of eternal scorn
nature isn't always beautiful like in the magazines.
as i watch
the
morning
dew
drop
from
the
fig leaf.
i ponder the amber sky
i remember her eyes and sigh
in con
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Family Portrait
"A-Polish-e-Dripke" - The Polish are dirty
He remembers leather expressions clockwise motions
plowing fleshy dirt, prejudice concocted cannibals' monotonous grunts gapped by infinite mute akin to a lack of finch birds - tiny creatures of song,
migrating to mate in warmer fields while a community is mated with soil.
He remembers "running, running"
with his father on foot day and night, on foot from home in Poland to Russia where, refugees
they joined an infantry and fought,
our final posture
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Waste not want not
-- The Mask
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