All this urgency to be alone,
incriminates me, inundating.
Arming me with emergency.
I am
an aquamarine watercolour
dream,
edging on the
verge
of
obscene.
A tattooed, poke & stick masterpiece
cavalcade of permanent ink.
Contradictory to the notion that
everything is fleeting.
I am overwhelmed by the
deafening of my own heart, that keeps on beautifully beating.
With my expectations bleeding,
I soothe my spirited sanity by
silently shouting at the unseen
that has me seething.
Dancing dangerously off-beat,
I march to my own rhythmic remedy.
Two-step maniacally between the melody,
of my own unbecoming elegy.
A eucharistic eulogy of Euphrates,
Ecclesiastical elegy of Heracles.
Aristocracy oft-eating Pedigree,
overheating from the thirty-third degree.
Incapacitated by the ultimate finality of
an apocalypse that's nearing,
so what are you wearing?
