a subtle smooth poetry,
an innocence,
a decadence,
an ever ebbing emptiness,
and overwhelming happiness
now.
The past,
at last,
is just the past:
a cast of calloused
and dastardly passions-
enraptured,
plastered behind our masked madness
and at last,
at last,
At Last
you have come along
to mollify my mildly maniacal madness
and move me
to monumental new mountains,
and maybe,
just maybe,
there will be
more.
See I want
Words
more than
Air.
I want poetry in every day.
Give me
a conversation with a total stranger,
a lecture,
alliteration!
Mmm, yes.
A silky smooth set of syllables
structured side by side
to soothe my senses!
Give me words...
and rhythm!
Give me a theme song
with a beat I can move to
and words I can groove to.
Play it for me once a day
(sometimes twice)
and I am satiated.
September bleeds,
does it?
Well then, so do I
for beat
and rhyme and,
speak slowly if you must.
Just give
me
words.
Very nice!
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