savor every second
for time strays
like a wastrel’s whim
vying for remembrance
by the rebel heart
subdued
and nothing
can it be foreseen
save for scenes
in dreams forgone
for there i saw you
as you were
through the amber’s veil
alone
i looked
and then, i loved you
overtaken
by the looming void
where heaven
seemed to hover
as to taunt
what fragile depth
was nigh
in the midst
of wretched martyrs
maddened
arms outstretched
would meet
a frigid earth
awaiting us
below
what did belie
get the fuck out of here!
pray tell
what dangers must you mean?
my avarice spurred
en vogue
vexed accessory
of super sexy
existential vacuuming
is low on space?
WAT!?
call the cops!
and shield the youngsters
from such horrors!
DANGEROUSLY LOW ON SPACE
i c
well GAWD FORBIDDDD
what will the neighbors think?
O. M. G.
please, don’t tell me
they were notified
as well…
suddenly
the danger
has proved poignantly
apparent.
last night
i had an awkward dream
i watched
from the periphery
a billion colors
juxtaposed the emptiness
inside
flashing neon lights
composed a symphony
of silly scenes
i watched me
navigate through nothingness
what hazard
could i not foresee
every garish word
a symbol
simple
in its reverie
the joyous jubilation
which exuded
from my jury
was enough
for one to witness
without warranting
a welcome home
still
i stood
a watcher
witless
waiting
to succumb to torment
what lay dormant
in those wakeless hours
i will
not ever know
what is left
but wistful words
wasted wants
and willful wallow
…allow me to reiterate;
lavish me
with love
for life
along the leafy sea
of dragons
pour your heart
into mine
as we pore over this rose dramatis
never let us falter
into cold complacent
static statues
…sadly…
there is irony
within these words
if one has ever heard
a heartbeat…
held a hope
that fell
into that old vacant abyss
inside…
the one that wants to rob the morrow
hobble us
with sorrow’s sword
if my tears could turn toward
the bleakest sky
would I then follow…
only
if you took my hand
and told me
who I am
five-thirty AM
and i haven’t a friend
just the cruel crux
of dawn creeping onward
the sun has its way
ever to my dismay
for what dreams have been left
at the altar
with all its demands
comes the day
to spent hands
and my soul cannot fathom
to muster
any semblance of self
through this pittance of health
in a world
overwhelming with bluster
if given the choice
i would find my rejoice
in the arms of the darkness eternal
alas, it remains
this infernal refrain
in the backdrop façade
of life vernal
expression begets naught
but exasperation
forget the time spent
and the arduous effort
one cannot afford
to expend what scant little
extant wherewithal
feeling frayed
and befuddled
as if the internal morass
of mere mulling
would fail to avail us
of endless dishevel
the thought of conveying
one’s thoughts should allay
the cacophonous crepit
of entropy’s sway
but the fact e’er remains
that upon one’s imploring
such pleas only seem
to fall on deaf ears ringing
like gears of gargantuan golems
will grind
in the gloaming
of desolate dawns not sufficed
as it is
one is left to resume the bleak path
of words wasting languid
’til death reaps its wrath
life
is what you
may covet
i heard
or misinferred
though, i prefer
to forgo grief
thus, i cannot concur
as heathens e’er do suffer
every zealots’s ire imposed
upon the sanctity
of freedom
from what none
can know
i had finished mining some garnet
and having amassed quite a load
i called for my ride
but was sadly denied
for some reason
they chose to forgo
it dawned on me then
to call uber
in spite of my dirt-laden clothes
the driver showed up
and was like, what the fuck?!
and insisted that I should disrobe!
at this point
my haul was so heavy
along that precarious turn
a choice was then made
my attire was relayed
to his trunk
though i felt somewhat spurned
and in that rear view
of revealing
my muscles did glisten
with sweat
i swear that his eyes
nearly doubled in size
and my soul did feel
heavily pet
at last, when that long ride had ended
i climbed out the back seat
half nude
my neighbors did sigh
at the scene they did spy
heaven knows
what they must have construed…
when they find
my lifeless
pantless body
just know
it was the ants
that got me
why it is
they took my pants
i will not
ever understand
for there are some questions
we would all do well
to never ask…
Max, or Not 
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