Saturday, March 11, 2017

Unknown


I've been rummaging 
Thoughts tossed outside the salad
I had eaten my way into empty tunnels
Voids barren with displaced ownership from temporary 
I nibbled at my every notion
Unable to collect all of my possessions 
Each patron experienced a different taste 
Different flavors for foreign candidates 
The sweet cob torn from corn kennels 

I riddled about the discernment in my brows
Ridicule of a love life 
I lost the game to lust 

I'll assimilate the condition
Passionate stow aways no longer hidden
I desperately clung to blank images
I no longer saw my being whole
I lent out so much I went broke 
Displaced from true self

They say promiscuity leads to STDs
For me it leads to disconnected patterns
No arithmetic laws could forge the algebra to work 

Freedom became enslaved
Daddy lessons shot from the logic of my hormones drive
Good love to her body got weak

Mirror stare downs
Eye contact abreast the disdain
Spiritualities turbulence was a hell of a flight
The part I was the part II
Lent promises tarnished 
Famished of happily ever after 
Scrumptious desires left me impaled
Incomplete and barren 
Recharged and rummaging 

Thought tossed outside the salad
Still
Empty tunnels quenched immediate cravings

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