Poison in the Well of Desire
D-fects, beard stubble Shaved daily by rusty-knifed ferment ‘Neon Needs’ steamed up by Shimmering, exciting, drenched ideals. Unquestionably, I sought to discover me, By mislaying me, In a Bud vase Drink the night away! Dance the blues today? Oh, on my aching, swollen brain, but It relieved the pressure! It worked, For a short time (16 years). But so would have Drilling a hole in my head. Once the worthless swine ‘Sold his freedom for a drink’, but now… Now the S.O.B. won’t even let us feed him! So, let him sink Into sobriety. Lovers prefer the warm flickering dance Of a candlelight’s orange finale. Come, compassionate Moths of Mercy, Devour & feast on clothes of yesterday. There I sunned myself, In the glow from a fire Consisting of romantic Burning garbage. Waste not, want not. To the pure of heart All things are pure Perspective oozes from terra firma. As in Thermopylae, cretins cried, SURRENDER! The enemy’s arrow will blot out your sun! However, Spartans prefer to fight on this day, In the shade. Therefore, I surrendered, In the shadow, Of their Love. Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 07:15 AM PST, Timothy G Cameron 0 • 18 • 12
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