I Prefer Not To.
“posturing is pointless
when you simply need a hug
to deny one’s own
humanity
is to deprive
that of others
the terrible fragility of every facet
of our existence
must always be considered
i know i could use a hug
and so could you
the truth of love is universal
why am i still talking?”
shuts up and hugs you
dispatched
to the hungry umbrage
spindly wraiths
spill ruination
arms athwart
absorb nullity
boots and RIFs
soon disavowed
whistling timbres
so precise
held brimstone fists stripped
knuckled white
waried faith
lest bullets showered
dulled the Duster pastorales
plucked like florets
bare and breathless
strafing nightly
saw them felled
prowess at imperil’s onset
sweat poured down
a poor man’s brow
loud as telegraphed
impressions
dispossessed
like wingless flies
birds took to the sky
in errant
bursts of aril
none were spared
crimson horrors
void of rinsing
from the hands
of shellshocked minds
blind are days
since hell became us
land of freedom
man as god
sadist thieves
left grief besotted
rotting leaves
pinned to dead air
a poem is but
a restive cluster
grasping
onto pages
with our frantic
fears conspicuously
calling out
for rescue
meticulously poring through
decrepit thoughts
of hoarded visions
kiss to tryst
to triste
in a blissful
dissolution
before sediment
comes nigh
where sighs undress
our destitute descries
calculated coalescence
pandering our pride’s
priviest imprints
curling chips of paint
exposing throes
of yesterdays
sacred cruxes
born before
our burgeoning bereavement
from whence all
embarking destined
for a distant hearken
poised to be
impartially presented
in pretentiously penned
appropriations
parsed
to pierce our peers
appetition
to sate this
untold inquisition
once
i walked
a lone procession
in the blossoming
wake of a cherry
bloom daydream
lost
in thought
as threnodies
cried peals
of Zeus’wrath
helpless
in a gaze
transfixed
counting down
each drowning
footstep
tread upon
tremulant flesh
yet shone anew
as our minds
fell behind
racing hearts
failing
to bridge
the frigid waters
on that day
when i long held
truth
as the subtle sky
absconded
with your song
whatever
i have known
in thought
through observation
has trickled
through the
hollow holes
that hearken
solstice winds
in shapes
and sounds
from profound
to mundane
demanding
their address
effortlessly
spent
like pleasantries
appeasing
pastime purpose
presently
with serpent’s tongue
through absent blessings
fed to flames
then cleft in twain
on the overhung edge
of our sanity
dissimulated
arid mist
of rhapsodic
waxing
long sought
to dismantle
the essence
only to reveal
its Gestalt
assigning
attenuous tenets
composed of pretense
to valence
resigned
but love validates
existence
through open commune
of fluid mind
with trust
respect and
shared silence
nascent intimacy
airs triumphant
while astute observation
inherently deferent
endures
for these are the matters
of consequence revered
why is it
that only upon leaving
do you voice
lament
fleeting amid
sentiments
and sudden
things to do
promised hours
perish
in a flash
of wistful
alley light
scarce
your words
remain
as token trials of hope
since lost
hanging in denial
are faded smiles
and fusty
mothballed coats
in the closet
strung like latent
trysts
listless
and long forgotten
love is
a cancer
it cancels
out logic
we can’t
seem to stop it
from consuming
all
our minds
rarely consent
our hearts
inconsistent
its threat
ever constant
consigned
to its fate
if we could state with fearless freedom
the truth that every woman knows
the cross that every woman bears
the pain that every woman suffers
it would still not yet suffice
the silence, violence, negligence
disparity, disquietude
the destitute condition
of a desperate society
destined to repeat the past
with exigence until at last
we will have set the final precedent
we will not go gentle into that good night
we will not stand aside
we will abide by what is right
and you will comply
no longer will you have your way
you’ve had your day for all of time
before, we roared, but none would listen
now we shall arise
accept no compromise
condemn the lies
convict the crimes
inflicted upon daughters
wives
sisters
mothers
friends
neighbors
strangers
ancestors
descendants
relentless
has been your assailing
tending to your biggest failing
rendering yourself invalid
by and of your own availing
eventually, you must understand
without women, there is not man
for we live on our mother’s earth
because our mothers gave us birth
there is no other savior, sir
existence is not heaven-sent
presently our plight has shown
what all women have ever known
that thirsty eyes and empty minds
bring idle hands to victimize
the innocent
the defenseless
without the fear
of consequence
the fallout
subsequently following
their lack of self-control
to sate their whim
they spend our souls?
now you must atone
we ride
this boundless wave
from crest
to crash
in chaos
crushing shrieks
and drowning cries
echoes
in the undertow
through waters
of an unknown quest
sinuating circumstances
tend this surface tension
tenuously
as each action
scatters sentences
in capillary sequences
of curious inconsequence
where quantum rifts
soon shift to cosmic
drifting upon caustic wake
it is in that squallish whisper
when the hands of fate uplift us
sifting through our sins
in graceless cringing
and grimaced chagrin
gravity turns inverse
severing us
from our sanctimonious symbols
and sacred trivialities
we once revered
with fierce resolve
our lives revolved
provincially
with every round
all soon found
to have been
profundity’s antithesis
arriving at the genesis
of cyclical rebound
reborn and disavowed
in distant visions
of the now
Max, or Not 
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