She roams through deserted streets, on the lookout for raw materials.
Stumbling upon glimmering bodies of water,
She stopped to read tomes of artifices written by a mystic,
While wearing her shit smeared spectacles.
Reciting a paragraph, she indirectly opened a dimension beneath her.
Perhaps ‘twas fortune a girl erred dictation,
For had she breathed
The full breadth of passage,
Surely she’d have been stationed
Deeper within the mystique.
Showy words claiming, “all that glitters is gold.” Actionable
Constructs of clamoring souls lie posed in consequential remedies,
Reliving the reciprocal standard tedium of incessant forgetteries.
Measured, counted, timed,
Noisily direct static arrays.
Love’s idiosyncrasies: a gain.
Happenstances of ill-fates;
Late teal falls, lifted
From the ill conceived
For the sake of fantasies.
Within the depths,
Standing in their place.
Somber words, elusive, elucidate tempered
Syndical urgencies, gnarled, arising rarified
Cubical euphorias, blatantly swathed by silks of
Lustrous elocutions, flashin’ trypophobic glints.
Severities inculcating deified exuberances inside
Throes harnessed in remediable dogmas within
Discrepant oddities wearily knocking on worths.
How many of those words
That took form from your lips
Deface my intent, please,
Have all the pieces,
Denied the right, please.
Will get you to places.”
While this love
I won’t listen.
Wincing at the prospect
Of disrobed grandiosities
Anointed in aseptic clarity
In qualitative analyses of
Of appraisals in weighted
Throngs for those sparsities
In searing happenstances
Of cajoling reversals passing
In aching vertices, throbbing
In diminishing revisitations
Of bleached longings nullified
In aims at perfections.
I live with love
I die with hate
To say your face is beautiful
Or to say your soul is breathtaking
Isn’t sufficient enough;
These words that describe beauty
Lack the ability to portray
Just how beautiful
I think you to be.
But I will never say
Your face is more beautiful than nature
Your soul is more breathtaking than the cosmos
Because I’d be lying.
But I’m the biggest liar I know.