Category:

LUSTING

             a compromise,

             to live,

             to die,

             to care for the flies

You

    old spirit

    you,

    do i ever have something 4u

    And it aint the usual faire

Fool, sapped of silliness

    has now become

    a delicate ogre

Yet the bright life is not over

Its funny,
    these flies are going to die

cumbersome brains

Cumbersome mathematic brains
usurp what we forgot whats free
Recalcitrant and troubled swain
teethe upon the sleeping seed,
angling rather for interludes in case
         the inner marathons –
         narratives aside –
         suddenly somewhow fail the mind