Solitary

Solitary.

Nothing
means
crying
into
a
pool
of
Lies.

Everything
is
invisible
inside
Me.

A
magician’s
trick
at
a
hooker’s
price.

Following
glory
into
spread-eagled
legs
leaves
suicide
optional
if
sex
doesn’t
kill
me
First.

I
AM
life’s
beautiful
decay.
Love
Me.

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About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on December 13, 2011, in Author, Fiction, poetry, writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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