Friday, February 02, 2007

more stimulation


Disposition towards promiscuity, opposition towards proximity.
I am alone in this contrived depravity, the pace has been set.

Words express confusion within triumph - delusion.
The hammer hits iron, mug shot fading - forgotten.

Causality, self pity or the empty streets of a dying city.
Absence of resemblance to attachment - your breath.

Signs blur in distance, insecure persistence - free?
Maybe I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck.

Until there is nothing left of me.

Ends left untied, threaded by razor wire of mind.
Tell your self that she died like she died like she died.

Truth not real enough to bare, escaped your skin I wear.
Who's tears drown my guilt, addicted to losing you.


Blogger J A G U A R I T O (Marco Hewitt) said...

good to see you blogging again. It's been awhile. i'm gonna read ur poem again more closely.. anyway, stay in touch comrade

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