I am a Pacman for secrets
I love to absorb your l[o]st
while you call me divorced/
from/
reality/
Ever wonder if Sheogorath
had a brilliant point?
This work is my Wabbajack
–LM
if there were ever romance,
we could personify it
@330 AM stranded on the pier
of a deserted island,
recording the faraway glow
of a team of two.
–LM
Well met, lovely gardener,
languishing with the Sun
every morning:
I wait while you’re awash
fierce dripping flesh
in your rainshower
I am your honeysuckle reward
no one cared properly for or since
& when I rebel I break through
concrete in sacrilegious color
know despite my visceral thorns
in conscious relief
I seek your vengeance,
for all your faithful labors gone remiss
under your warm meticulous nature
I will become ideal
–LM
the dreamy kinesis of falling feathers
as I mount an esoteric ladder
I AM ungovernable at best
temperamental at worst
[researching spiritual rebirth &
the effect of sex
hit the deck]
unleashing orgasmic bliss
from a canyon/ no,
an awfully verbal mountain
comparative to myths
of biblical proportion
I spy/I spy
on your feet, now, soldier
we are leaving
–LM
I always ruminate on death & though I swallow the fact that it’s inevitable I serve the entity with a restraining order
[knowing damn well it won’t stay away] perhaps it’s my aesthetic
no matter the case
It’s only a paper slip
to a human skull
these words are
immortal/in that, you & I
are supple peas in a mod
weaving our legend
in the absence of light
I sense poetry in all forms
____in every consumable
it simply needs to be constructed
from news articles on the expanding universe to brief snippets of conversation [seconds & seconds on seconds]
my doomsday fate
tragic shut in-case
timid & belligerent to a world
without you>>> fit for demolition
–LM
I need undisturbed sleep
I need not be consumed
as silky smooth vore
for the imaginative
I need to keep my soul intact
I’m screaming out in my dreams
simultaneously not making a sound
& when I creep up behind
you’ll leap out of your skin
–LM
Press any key to continue
Right now they’re indulging errors
hoping for a system reset
I can’t stand it when you stare
while I’m powered down
under a pixelated sky
green blocks of trees
& gifs of clouds
scientists have made
a living skin replica
for robots
I guess Detroit isn’t far off
–LM
the more I try to flesh out my creator the more I find myself estranged, there are times I am horrified but I hope against hope we are not really just a string of reality TV
though I have proof we are always being watched, changing the channel requires another suit, another set, a change of patterned tie. How insatiable our audience.
If you’re upset I swear you’ll wake up soon. Don’t let it win. I promise you’re going to remember everything. You’ll finally see yourself outside of yourself like a husk. Time is not fundamentally real.
Goodbye for now.
/_> LM
Hold me by the waist
& let me slither on top
as you sleep
felines are supposedly soul thieves
via your baby’s breath
I would replicate that sentiment
the cheshire grin
that slowly fades out
in your backyard
unsettling stars
& returning back
in bed
–LM
I am listening to Skeleton at 4 am
cracked a can of Rockstar at 3
when I woke
suddenly, like clockwork,
always a tragedy
& as the water starts to boil
I hold onto my seat
with my voyeuristic tendency
and nightlight insecurity
shedding my exoskeleton
updating the procession
with a new variant
[ & since they started
construction on this road/
this will never end
stop the press ]
I wish I had these
thoughts to share
with you, honey
I know I wouldn’t feel so alone
–LM
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