suffering moans in the morning
twisting – turning
forcing the enforceable, extracting
the results of processed necessity –
homo sapiens
source of energy.
sniffing passionately the gases
igniting flames in my senses
defining the indefinable, loving
atmospheric natural aroma – my morning
dilemma
be used to it.
words uttered blurring the visions
of comfort – hovering, prolonging...
release it – let it fall.
and it did, so as i masturbated the
piece.
No comments:
Post a Comment