Interpersonal dynamics with a radon bomb baby. Burning it straight down to the ground, scream at me like this whole one sided diatribe has become nothing but a song. I hate that our hands touched with venom grasped tight in fists. Cruelty measured in blood ,bruises and spit. Sex without the pleasure and no one ever comes. Where are the guidelines for this shit? I’m no masterpiece and my words sometimes seek wound instead of ears. Verbal lacerations that excite the darkness in both of us until the monster’s out and there’s no going back. Channel that stunner of a mother fucker, find ourselves in prisons far more concrete than the inside of our skulls and with far less forgiving guards. Wasting away, lost to hope and life forever…why? What was gained? I don’t ever dare to ask the other question…what was lost?
voided – gone
for you and I.
“Tom, there’s no way that they can take another round. See that ocular leakage, way over tolerance.”
“Yeah, yeah I know Bill. I can hear too can’t I? Ancestral recall or personal identification with Canis lupus do you think?”
“No family resemblance but that baying is putting my skin on edge regardless. How you want to do this? We’ll get some sympathy views if we drag it out—personal favorite of mine I’ll have you know since this is our first time working together—might even get a couple more weeks out of the budget. Holds a lot of risk with this pair though from what we’ve seen and neither of us wants to explain why we’re carting off a pair of body bags.”
“Fair point. How would you feel about a hybrid? Start off slow but keep an eye on a drop dead date where it all crescendos again and forces a clean cut. Watched Geoff do something similar once. Takes finesse, as always, but it can be done.”
“I’m game, closeouts are your arena anyways from what I hear, I’m better at the fluff and the early game. Just let me know the confidence and insecurity tables you want to use before we start so I can keep things on track.”
“Retro-consideration and empathetic quotients are going to be key factors as well. Can you send Jim to let psych know that we will need their numbers first. Future orientation has always been lacking in 5KY3 and like you said, we don’t want any b-bags.”
“No problem. Such a shame.”
“Really thought it was going to work this time.”
Twirling cosmos viewed through a kaleidoscopic lens,
existence looks fantastical, realities coallesce and transcend.
Vibrant love of colorful patterns shines out bright,
as the dimensions merge, bleed over, and carry us into every glittered night.
God-like moons enchant with prism captured beams,
crossing quantum divides that mark us closer than it seems.
Entangled in your ethereal netting of a soul,
I enjoy my time admiring it dance and float while casting a nebulous and beautiful chaotic swirl.
Alight with energy beyond my own so powerful and stacked,
a halo, surrounds you and smears out all that once was black.
I’ll gladly sit and sip with you the dust of our galactic fathers and their mothers,
drink deep the peace you brought with you from nowhere,
someplace beyond the stars.
Come thundering into me,
I’m entranced by you.
The violence of the illusions,
The mystery of what lies beyond,
Not just for the betterment,
How long can it go before the cracks seek rift beneath?
Gone where only MRIs can see.
I’m curious if they will even be able to find me
Or was this all well intentioned,
And just went so very, very wrong.
Call it Peter Pan on a crack pipe flight,
Overseen by angels and whispers of devilish delight.
Carve wanton whiptails in the air,
Playacting as children with zero care.
Feel the rush of blessings given free,
Thank the wisdom that kept you from me.