I Prefer Not To.
maudlin voices
masquerade
through the night
burning
the ends
of an erstwhile
affliction
fumbling
like infants
with fervent fixation
lamenting
days spent
in a garrulous haste
to dust
turns the water
from bottles
of air
as spirits deplete
without fear
of redemption
tears
of sweet agony
gather in basins
fermenting
‘neath faceless
tombs
rapt in depart
i awoke
today.
sodden with the somber dew
felled by gross iniquity.
women, men
both elder and youth.
strangers, friends
both able-bodied and ailing.
human beings.
with goodness
of heart
and keenness
of mind.
their very freedom
infringed upon
in this “land of the free”.
for fear had stricken
fulgurant
and butterflies took to wing.
trepidation
wrested the weary.
their minds
folding inward
’til ingress gave way.
and here it is
we stand.
on the precipice
of definitive salvation.
if we are to evolve,
it is only
through love
that we should breach
the heavens.
as sure as flesh
weeps crimson,
no other fate
shall see us
through.
fear
conforms
like a secondary
skin
of vitreous flesh
enshrouding
huddled masses
in layers
of fragile
impenetrability
like a renegade
chrysalis
invading
with masochistic
avail
inviting
every failure
to impale
verity’s parables
with
pithy
regale
the distant
droning
of undulate
whirring
persisting
shifting
into hours
the lonesome
shrill
of a room
filled with faces
whose failure
to listen
eclipses quietus
quashed
beneath the anguish
of this bedlam
mind
what darkness
familiar
yet follows
unfurling
the fears
of forgotten
infernos
unduly writhing
beneath twilight
reflections
in spite
of mountains
of might
air
bears no impression
for years
we watched
lying rigid
in piqued
anticipation
every time we looked
away
the day had since fallen
even still
do we burn
holes in the ceiling
retraversing every misstep
meet me
where the shadows drift
apart
from who we are
where waning tides
reveal the rift
that weeps
into the stars
wrap me
amid layers
of a long
forgotten kiss
our voices
led astray
upon the solace
of your lips
shake me
to the rhythm
of our innocence
denied
pray not let us
fall
into a conscious
state of lies
for all
this world
has proven
naught
but torment in reprise
and so
we take our leave
as sorrows bleed
for you and i
silence ever
bleeds eternal
on such
darkened eves
huddled
in the farthest
reach
of hidden
memories
barren conscience
lies below
where
shallow whispers
breathe
brandishing
the burdens
buried ‘neath
a bed of leaves
once
shone verdant
in their glory
now tinged
with decay
tucked
in scattered layers
singed
in tattered
disarray
everything
that mattered
faded
in a distant scene
drifting
into nonexistent
narratives
serene
pages bare
the words
unspoken
waging wars
unseen
wading
in the erstwhile
waters
wrought
with misery
When life doth air too serious
So weary I become
My notions turn nefarious
To whimsy, I succumb
I then proceed to longeth p’ruse
My Frederick’s catalogue
To sate my need for silken rouge
And frilly lace corsage
Of course they must be crotchless
Lest I err a thoughtless cad
And should I dare wend topless
Throw some pasties in the bag
With preference for tassels
‘Tis a hassle otherwise
I might start feeling sassy
Thus, such foresight would suffice
Ne’er I display such imprudence
Hence, I buy in bulk
For countless corsets have i torn
asunder with mine hulk
As proven on the eve
I wast locked out of mine own house
And all the poor old maidens
Swooned as if they’d seen a mouse!
Did grant, I may stand
Two inches just over six feet tall
With brawny build and buns that filleth
Panties with a sprawl
Which tend to draw the ire
Of the gentry’s night patrol
Who seem to never tire
Of cruising past me ever slow
Why then, would anyone
Blame a lad for simply trying
Were I to say I did not look
Hawt in lace I’d be lying!
And thou knowest quite well
This spectacle sings flourishing
Within the theater of thy mind
Where it is now showing
For none dare intermit
The thought of such a rogue delight
Frolicking in flowery peignoirs
All throughout the night
[image credit: Louis Wain]
edging
ever closer
to the air
which will grant
my final breath
until then
i am
wedged
between this
untold boulder
and life
unfolding
somewhere
along this wayward
path
i lost
the sum
of you
in broken
buttons
crumpled
papers
whispers
faintly
promised
to reflections
we once
bared
scattered
over trails
capricious
memories
thread precious
pleas
plotting
their escape
like petty fools
from plighted faith
parched
from implore
upending
thoughts
would mark
the path
that led me
to your vested
heart
when vagrants
sought
the stars
and charted
the descending
hours
of our last
reverie
rapt
in such despair
’til all
that i could
see
were driftless
streaks
of blackness
stripped
amid
the grip
of shame
unearthed
where flashing
shades
of pompeii
stayed
in grim dispart
impressed
upon
the distant
sky
estranged
a world
apart
Max, or Not 
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