Byrons lemming twitches
with horror and glee
and love & death fetches bewitches
fetches switches
crosses tosses in and out
leach and breach and peach.
Extracts acuteness from desire
porn and forlorn in perpetual industry
cuts that throat open
feeds the hungry fishes, biting biting.
Wage rage gauge get out of my cage
terse and estranged
buffering suffering
more than I am
less than I know.
Splitting hairs
rides along the sublime
panders to ecstasy
rhythms and rhyme.
To let beauty throw
voices and screams
of a wild and frantic fatalism
under a shine.
Perfume the gloom
sorrow and nil
burrowing the thunder
raiding the kill.
And rainbow of Wound
fastened to phases
in and about the Dark Ages ?
Hanging on sighs.
Beauty melds into sorrow
ocean of death, stuck in love of skin
for heart and pole enflames my soul
with fatal allures
deepens that, festering red.
Sadness is breath of death
drunk with fury
how it hypnotizes
burners of tissue
down my white neck.
Learned to make use
of your weaving reluctance.
Nip and slips away
as titillation of it,
having risen to an everlasting breadth.
Love is a perfusion of heart.
Singularities can turn corrupt.
Acquire instead
a central heating system
around my lies your balmy flies,
and drug the boredom
with my backhand tied ?
To yearning,
the cursed and spurning.
Hocus focus.
Adoration consumes the lust.
A magnet in the mirror
suspended by drama
hand to bone, what gets flyblown ?
Proportions affixed to Thomas Mann mischief.
That fck that fck.
Attack attack let love take it back.
Languors Lord Byron
on a Danish haystack
owing to evidence
of sun and backpack.
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