Sweet, Sweet Desolation
sweet, sweet, sweet desolation.
As the crow flies- enter onto me
Salvation from freedom;
on his wings- incarceration.
Nuveau of Elvis rhyme
Faith acquired through distress
particle blues- such sad
and sorrowful hues.
Putrid breath come from the windy west
Endymion forsaken for his
ethereal beauty; In hidden chains
he sleeps eternally
Athena stares and weeps,
“Great Zeus, to keep him, to love him
eternal I beg of thee!”
The night unwilling to
to speak, to please to keep safe
from all darkness creep.
Give him to me- Eternal Keep!”
“Despair he shall never know
in his untainted sleep”
In this shadow is mine own despair
Sorrow of one I can never touch
Skin, lips, muscles, buttocks, hair
Daily I consume a pill, maybe two
As a crutch for his eternally unreachable