Thursday, October 10, 2013

Where Extremes Collide, My Desire Adheres.




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And Here is Monday’s Romantic Notion: Digging as an Actual Positional Becoming.  The Thing about Anterior Desire: its just fucking Gross.  Falling Backwards Through the Face, Fracture, Facture, I Indenturei.e. “I Am Soomewhat (in) Matter” I want to Think that I can Practice (in) this.  I want to Feel that I will Waddle and Toil in this.  I want to Believe that I will Fail (in) this.  And I am so Desperate to Believe that my Failure will not be a Means to Surrender, but Rather: A Releasing of this in Me and in Me: a Releasing-Towards what isn’t, What will Never Be Me .  As if it Were Not to this (in) Be.  And As I Lay with my Fringes Fried in the Margins.  Desire is the Dupe that makes the Lock Unhinge from Which Pours in, a Disastrous Time in Anxious Frankness.   “Aye, I Hear that December Air Already Raking-In.” And Still: the ruin of Proving IF Ground. This is Eating and Eating and Preoccupied with its Eating.  And to Imbue an Offensive, yet Sweet Vocabulary. But Still I Find: I’m Slightly Light in the Loafers and Weak in the Proverbial Needs.  Actually: I Meant Knees.  After the Body, the Collapse Prevailed and What Ensued: The Palpitation’s Commission.   And Now, I Will Plan a Litany Constructed with the Loogie of Others. And I Thought to Say: I am So-Fucking Articulate.  And I Actually Said: All these Words Because I’m Missing your Skin. This Matter, Master, is Negotiable and Thusly: I’m Aroused.  In Regards to my Family, there is one Truth: the Italian Grudge and The Seethe Survives. For: Our Lives are so Jam-Packed with Desires, which by their very Insistence, Appear Endlessly Inevitable.  in other words: from the Knees the Face Droops to a Slackening-Dawn.  The Pigeon in Thick Air thumps that puff is my Love (in) there that is Bowing-Down to the Pearl, the Girl, Giving-It-All a Whirl, on Down, the Sweet-Sweet Ground.  For Never Forget: I am the Mine to Mine my Mine to Molest All that IS my Mine. 


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