Excel Chinagorom Michael Poet Blank verse

Guilty Pleasures

Girl, how many ashes of baked pictures have 
fought the scars you brew from affaire d'honneur
[our routinely arguments]?

Your sister heart fought the noisy lust
the untamed night hone on her shoulder
as she collect the dishes of mockery
& smashes it towards the fireman
that paints the tragedies of conflict.

Girl, when i missed you
I chew memories of you
wreath with enough rancour
that never made it into the pages of your heart;
the goldberg of my sublime tears.

Girl, will you stagger into my dream
& ruin the grief that wake before me
when I'm drunk with my favourite beer 
the chatter of 'i miss you?'

These guilty pleasure are taking hold of us
our children will be weeping from the future
with lyrics garnish to blare my ears.
Do the ever get to you
through the touch of the winds
knowing truly that we were wrong?

[Hold/h??ld;  transitive verb]

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