I grasp the walls of indiscretion and hide my thoughts in shame. Don’t walk out of the vicious lines of right or wrong. Be bound in sinful remorse through crunching numbers and putting the head to the grindstone. How does the expression go? I don’t know.
I don’t know unicorns from donkey tails galloping recklessly beyond kinesthetic response. Haphazard words fling their manes wildly and I watch. I feel choice in my blood and reckon with laughing reason.
Pitty wrapped in fine gold cloth. Where is the door to freedom? I hear it is in the hallways of my soul. Turn inward they screech. Turn inward and reap the benefits of sharply cut illusion. Vanished.
Vanishing reason and remorse to the grip of a barrel. Sea foam gestating in the hindquarters of fearless pictures. Her eyes crimson red. Her lips dry. Wet the earth and cause ruckus in the centers of fizzy towns.
Melt ice between heaps of turning grey cement and lick the asphalt off her tied wrists.
I climb walls and they heave their crumpled hearts upon her breast. Relinquish victims in the sea of war and call upon flags of unity to gyrate their hips in melancholic celebration.
Tender morsels compliant and disheveled turn belly up to the vibrating stars and pulsate the dance of eclipse. Red moon. Shadow alignment and tantalizing edges of razor sharp belief. Fuck the end of puckered quiet.
Breathe yelping gusts into the night sky. Liberate vixen dancers.