I was trying
like hell
not to cry
before going to bed
tonight
but that failed
miserably
as do all assumptions
that think my heart
can be held in check
while a violence
flows beneath me
like a scorpion
being crushed
by my backbone
in the excruciating desert
upon which
I am hog tied
drizzled with molasses
and sequestered
upon an anthill
in the torturous summer
cadaverous sunbeams
delivering cremation
to armies
I have unbeknownst
dispatched
and trials ignited
that I am unaware
of their proceedings
hanging juries
awaiting my acquittal
suspending verdicts
plotting
my ultimate demise.
You might as well shoot.
I've long since quit smoking
and fuck your blindfold.
It clashes
with my heart stained arm band
I have appeared
naked in public
more times
than I can recall
baring my soul
spouting my sex
running
toward the object
of my affection
blindly
tumbling
ascensions destroyed
hierarchies crumbling
illusions decimated
unraveling
illustrious
imagery
concocted
in unillumined
brilliance
and still I rise
like Maya Angelou
told me to
unceasingly
until the perfection
of my illusion
crystallizes
and is impregnated
in a feverous dream
above my head
and within reach
of our infinite soul.
In all ways, all my love always,
Max
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