fliching the last drops
it used to be that he
would be hard whenever he thought
about me. i have trained him well
his hell to be inhabited by mine.
i think about the triple x nipple vex
and the coffee cup you bought
the drinking of the booze and the wrinkles
in my cup size, what size anti gravity machine
will make my sloughing body lean and mean
again and hey, do i really want it?
he asked me last night how do you feel
and i told him flat. affect is flat. i'm no
optomist of this deliquesce, no happy bliss
in this live's archivist. i don't trust
what this will be. in fact itrust it too much.
what it will be. come. i'm always depressed.
always. this is no way to live. even when i seem happy
i'm depressed. and it's because i know i can't give
my love to this boy. b/c i know this boy will grow up
to leave me. it's only right. and i'm not that selfless.
i want to put my self in someone that i can possess/possessed by
possession:
pos·sess ( P ) Pronunciation Key (p-zs)
tr.v. pos·sessed, pos·sess·ing, pos·sess·es
To have as property; own.
To have as a quality, characteristic, or other attribute: possessed great tact.
To acquire mastery of or have knowledge of: possess valuable data.
To gain or exert influence or control over; dominate: Fury possessed me.
To control or maintain (one's nature) in a particular condition: I possessed my temper despite the insult.
To cause to own, hold, or master something, such as property or knowledge: She possessed herself of the unclaimed goods.
To cause to be influenced or controlled, as by an idea or emotion: The thought of getting rich possessed him.
Obsolete. To gain or seize.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Middle English possessen, from Old French possesser, from Latin possidre, possess- : pos-, as master; see poti- in Indo-European Roots + sedre, to sit; see sed- in Indo-European Roots.]
to have is be haved.
oh behave.d.
do you know, john h
what our reason for meeting was
and why the repellant had to be?
i can see
that you had come off the love of your life
one gen too late and she dispossessed herself
of you, for your own good. this is what i'd do for him, i should.
it has driven you even more but you will never share a door
closed with her again except the one which is between you.
all the show you so/s a clean sweep sheener.
do you know skar, i never um talk to my twenty yr old self?
she never talks to me. we are at odds. but myself blames her
for this mess. after all it was her decisions that led our body here.
and mine that keep me here. she never thought of death. it wasn't an option.
now it's a foreshortening fact. one which at times i embrace.
how different this boy is. he tells me he's tried to die
so many times, so many times been spit back out
so he must be what he once in his vision quest saw the anti christ.
it is the time for it. and who's to know who will be
the driving force in this plutocracy. he is power
and power eats itself. yes, when you love someone their cells
slough into yours. you are electrochemically changed.
imprinted. and all the mysteries they keep to themselves self ish lee
become mantras which you no longert wonder on
simply understand like the deep pressure of the ocean
as you dive ever further towards the void.
you understand what will kill you
viscerally, like the smell of cigar smoke
and stale pussy. the clove imprint the coffee shop
where you play chess with abandon, skirting
the rules then abnegating to them. i love language.
why can't i remember more of it? lead poison.
poisonne is chicken in french. we agreed to learn spanish
and move to barcelona last nite. that's the closest
we'll ever be to it. then. just then. the traveling steam
of a cuppa in the cold morning air. the boy with the short
dreads belting passion into the mild fla december
and you and i driving away from this knowing
this cone of silence that surrounds our union, the implicit
tone of the stares. one day that will bother you.
when i'm fifty four and the crevasses abut my glasses
and you still being carded. thwarted. you got it right once
over the phone where we should be having this
over the phone when we were where we should be
you told me so this is what life is ay?
moving from one heartbreak to the next.
would be hard whenever he thought
about me. i have trained him well
his hell to be inhabited by mine.
i think about the triple x nipple vex
and the coffee cup you bought
the drinking of the booze and the wrinkles
in my cup size, what size anti gravity machine
will make my sloughing body lean and mean
again and hey, do i really want it?
he asked me last night how do you feel
and i told him flat. affect is flat. i'm no
optomist of this deliquesce, no happy bliss
in this live's archivist. i don't trust
what this will be. in fact itrust it too much.
what it will be. come. i'm always depressed.
always. this is no way to live. even when i seem happy
i'm depressed. and it's because i know i can't give
my love to this boy. b/c i know this boy will grow up
to leave me. it's only right. and i'm not that selfless.
i want to put my self in someone that i can possess/possessed by
possession:
pos·sess ( P ) Pronunciation Key (p-zs)
tr.v. pos·sessed, pos·sess·ing, pos·sess·es
To have as property; own.
To have as a quality, characteristic, or other attribute: possessed great tact.
To acquire mastery of or have knowledge of: possess valuable data.
To gain or exert influence or control over; dominate: Fury possessed me.
To control or maintain (one's nature) in a particular condition: I possessed my temper despite the insult.
To cause to own, hold, or master something, such as property or knowledge: She possessed herself of the unclaimed goods.
To cause to be influenced or controlled, as by an idea or emotion: The thought of getting rich possessed him.
Obsolete. To gain or seize.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Middle English possessen, from Old French possesser, from Latin possidre, possess- : pos-, as master; see poti- in Indo-European Roots + sedre, to sit; see sed- in Indo-European Roots.]
to have is be haved.
oh behave.d.
do you know, john h
what our reason for meeting was
and why the repellant had to be?
i can see
that you had come off the love of your life
one gen too late and she dispossessed herself
of you, for your own good. this is what i'd do for him, i should.
it has driven you even more but you will never share a door
closed with her again except the one which is between you.
all the show you so/s a clean sweep sheener.
do you know skar, i never um talk to my twenty yr old self?
she never talks to me. we are at odds. but myself blames her
for this mess. after all it was her decisions that led our body here.
and mine that keep me here. she never thought of death. it wasn't an option.
now it's a foreshortening fact. one which at times i embrace.
how different this boy is. he tells me he's tried to die
so many times, so many times been spit back out
so he must be what he once in his vision quest saw the anti christ.
it is the time for it. and who's to know who will be
the driving force in this plutocracy. he is power
and power eats itself. yes, when you love someone their cells
slough into yours. you are electrochemically changed.
imprinted. and all the mysteries they keep to themselves self ish lee
become mantras which you no longert wonder on
simply understand like the deep pressure of the ocean
as you dive ever further towards the void.
you understand what will kill you
viscerally, like the smell of cigar smoke
and stale pussy. the clove imprint the coffee shop
where you play chess with abandon, skirting
the rules then abnegating to them. i love language.
why can't i remember more of it? lead poison.
poisonne is chicken in french. we agreed to learn spanish
and move to barcelona last nite. that's the closest
we'll ever be to it. then. just then. the traveling steam
of a cuppa in the cold morning air. the boy with the short
dreads belting passion into the mild fla december
and you and i driving away from this knowing
this cone of silence that surrounds our union, the implicit
tone of the stares. one day that will bother you.
when i'm fifty four and the crevasses abut my glasses
and you still being carded. thwarted. you got it right once
over the phone where we should be having this
over the phone when we were where we should be
you told me so this is what life is ay?
moving from one heartbreak to the next.
posted by hiccup at 12:26 PM
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