One hundred oscillations before the glass breaks;
resonances and
jealous fits of rage, the red flag raised.

Your detrimental reconstruction
passed through glass shards as they recombine
with adolescent pearls of wisdom.

I don’t know
the shooting star’s recalculated trajectory
but it lies somewhere near your backyard.

And in your mouth
lies.
As we reconstrue context from fiction.

Only then do we
ameliorate substance
and closed conditionals

Hummingbird’s claustrophobic intent
calcified into the meanings of one another’s
built in trajectories.

Saints and angels attend.

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One hundred oscillations before the glass breaks;
resonances and
jealous fits of rage, the red flag raised.

Your detrimental reconstruction
passed through glass shards as they recombine
with adolescent pearls of wisdom.

I don’t know
the shooting star’s recalculated trajectory
but it lies somewhere near your backyard.

And in your mouth
lies.
As we reconstrue context from fiction.

Only then do we
ameliorate substance
and closed conditionals

Hummingbird’s claustrophobic intent
calcified into the meanings of one another’s
built in trajectories.

Saints and angels attend.

Sophistication blooms where art meets literature,
in the underbelly.

With little kittens on hold,
perceived failures frozen in glass,
beneath the glass
of cell phones and laptop monitors.

Your kiss permeates
real life.
Even though our lips can’t touch for distance;

Every word spoken breaks through the barriers
of electronic devices, our vices. More mine than yours.

And as we regroup
through an era of offline persuasion,
my words cascade
around you.

Because my thoughts,
and my heart,
have become
cemented.

Sophistication blooms where art meets literature,
in the underbelly.

With little kittens on hold,
perceived failures frozen in glass,
beneath the glass
of cell phones and laptop monitors.

Your kiss permeates
real life.
Even though our lips can’t touch for distance;

Every word spoken breaks through the barriers
of electronic devices, our vices. More mine than yours.

And as we regroup
through an era of offline persuasion,
my words cascade
around you.

Because my thoughts,
and my heart,
have become
cemented.

Implications of sexual intercourse;
the fat nestled around our bones,
cascading like the two inoculated
vultures swimming inside my pools of
patterned chaotic spools of thought matter.

Dreams don’t entertain me.

A horrendous bird,
humming from the depths of reality’s substructures,
splitting ears.

And your ears perceive
my uncomfortable pain.

Even as I know now,
that there is no escaping your kiss,
you reached
beyond the wafer plate,
and twisted everything inside me.

Tackling corruption,
and disloyalty,
irresponsibility.

Implications of sexual intercourse;
the fat nestled around our bones,
cascading like the two inoculated
vultures swimming inside my pools of
patterned chaotic spools of thought matter.

Dreams don’t entertain me.

A horrendous bird,
humming from the depths of reality’s substructures,
splitting ears.

And your ears perceive
my uncomfortable pain.

Even as I know now,
that there is no escaping your kiss,
you reached
beyond the wafer plate,
and twisted everything inside me.

Tackling corruption,
and disloyalty,
irresponsibility.

Homing pigeons perceiving sex
as a malnutritional metaphor for
Ogallala hot air balloons speaking violence
against oppression. Perception stains
the inside of our wine glass.

Remarks about holiday survivalism
renewed intercourse and cultural lucidity.

Feel good brain wave activities
and an interdependence on calcification
of overly obsessive preconditions to sleep.

Bi-ways and highways,
borderline genius contusions.

Confiscated dispositions incorporating
past-tense airlines;

The only way I know out of this arena
is through the seasoned gladiator.
And so I hit the depth of field that leads me
into self-destructive preconditions.

Training as the poet’s arms bearer.

Homing pigeons perceiving sex
as a malnutritional metaphor for
Ogallala hot air balloons speaking violence
against oppression. Perception stains
the inside of our wine glass.

Remarks about holiday survivalism
renewed intercourse and cultural lucidity.

Feel good brain wave activities
and an interdependence on calcification
of overly obsessive preconditions to sleep.

Bi-ways and highways,
borderline genius contusions.

Confiscated dispositions incorporating
past-tense airlines;

The only way I know out of this arena
is through the seasoned gladiator.
And so I hit the depth of field that leads me
into self-destructive preconditions.

Training as the poet’s arms bearer.

The sensory input you give me,
convalescent extract of paranoid psychology;
the beating of your heart,
and pulsing of your synaptic pathways
as they bring you to a state of ecstasy and ovulation.

The purr.
As only you know how to do it,
my tongue untrained in the art of Roman cat linguistics.

A muttering. And an illogical sense of ophthalmology;
recanting and division among patterned paranormalcy.

Hurriedly, I take my vows in the street;
as if you were the only one for me,
I take to dancing and to creation,
letting go of a stochastic revolution.

Heat marks
fealty in the grass;
frailty, discontentment, obstinacy.

And as the building begins its slow descent into the street,
the rubble evokes a sense of obligatory passion.

The sensory input you give me,
convalescent extract of paranoid psychology;
the beating of your heart,
and pulsing of your synaptic pathways
as they bring you to a state of ecstasy and ovulation.

The purr.
As only you know how to do it,
my tongue untrained in the art of Roman cat linguistics.

A muttering. And an illogical sense of ophthalmology;
recanting and division among patterned paranormalcy.

Hurriedly, I take my vows in the street;
as if you were the only one for me,
I take to dancing and to creation,
letting go of a stochastic revolution.

Heat marks
fealty in the grass;
frailty, discontentment, obstinacy.

And as the building begins its slow descent into the street,
the rubble evokes a sense of obligatory passion.

Before,
when all the leaves were dead and dried;
and I stood at the edge,
filtering out the UV rays
with my convictions and my politics.

And you stood,
across the table from me,
reading my horoscope,
planting Mars in tandem with Jupiter;
and the Sun, and Plato’s opinionated
peculiarities; ready for another authoritative
technological boom.

Blunted objectification of women’s swim wear,
the dangling hook,
and the worm of sexual misconduct,
squirming ceaselessly for freedom.

In this new delinquent Mesopotamia,
I reveal our hieroglyphic sunset,
and the totem of a technological exploitive gathering,

Of crowdsourced lethargy.

Hear the drum
and contemplate
our union.

Before,
when all the leaves were dead and dried;
and I stood at the edge,
filtering out the UV rays
with my convictions and my politics.

And you stood,
across the table from me,
reading my horoscope,
planting Mars in tandem with Jupiter;
and the Sun, and Plato’s opinionated
peculiarities; ready for another authoritative
technological boom.

Blunted objectification of women’s swim wear,
the dangling hook,
and the worm of sexual misconduct,
squirming ceaselessly for freedom.

In this new delinquent Mesopotamia,
I reveal our hieroglyphic sunset,
and the totem of a technological exploitive gathering,

Of crowdsourced lethargy.

Hear the drum
and contemplate
our union.