i implored thee
“the more i see thy flouting of Morrissey
’tis my lessened desire to see more of thee”
for something indeed
chilled with stillness surreal
to flagrantly decry Moz
his violet distinction
i thought of us soporose
dolorous denizens
adrift in the indented crypt
whence we crept
two minds consummated
as one
minus one
and i,
sworn to mindlessness
but in its due time
sooth did shine
in supernal suns folding
ere this wrath would emerge
writhed the wildest delusions
i ne’er sought to summon
a notion so dire
too soon did its crux
erupt forth from thy sweltry breast
with a fury so fearful
they named it the heavens
it was there
where i languished alone
through days late and long
in the daze
of a destitute stasis
erase this, i beg thee…
erase what thy light doth reveal!
…yet worse i would still meet
on terms told to me
as being intimate
weary were we
where it lurked in the midst
of miasmic moor
its crushing blow
shook the stars loose from their perches
to this day
’tis certain they fell from skies past
by the lashing
of wretched words uttered
then did claim thy rigid allegiance,
by a single whorled whisper
thou sided with Marr
t’was that moment
my roseate tincture wast tainted
in the space of that same dreadful breath
i felt grave despair
by the draft
of death’s chittering flesh-bereft fingers
then did slip in the helm
of an unheeded hand
when thy furtive sooth surfaced
and love, desecrated
the coup de grâce
when claimed thy “like”
for Oasis ☠
Max, or Not 