Better To Have Loved and Lost...

I love you
     more than I do 
                     myself,

     here
     with troubled
                    self - respect,

No longer will I linger
                    in yr growing shadow

                    of black holy empire wisdom
                    no longer to collect

                    in pools of shallow sinking
                         infested piranha 
                         misdirection,
      
                    of counter - current
                          woebegone eclection,

                    of brainbusted battered bread

                         locked to my solemn
                                sojourning spent

                                          erectile
                                                       head...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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