my apologies fatigued are weakened
muscles, pretending embrace with the
the trilogy forgetting the lens of
how i say, how i think inward
and fragile content.
the respect of tomorrows goals
go failed under burning eyelids, no one will
know what i say, the words
of treasury forgive the demand
so let us not forget with the reeling
reality spaced together. the crave
is soft, images still devour
the lost connectivity, my forgotten
sentences in time come undone.
today he wishes me well, to wring
dry towels of such salty sweat.
the symbolic season has called
to hang the jury, the forgotten
boy who has faith will burn.
these pages are a spirit cancer, the
weather forecasts via the voice of t.v. dread,
the rain so lonely and pathetic.
this man wishes well the thief,
the maker of wrongly brave doing and
bitter decision, both completely
forgotten in time.
the paint of this mess writes
the script for the invisible face,
the varied chances of tried aspect.
the only wish to forget again
may i forever roll a bunk fag
for a god that inhibits.
i have baked all of my friends
inside sweet life’s chocolate lie.