It has started again- the empty space

Is filling up with

wagging mouths licking

And snipping gnawing and gnarling

Suffuse their empty and pitiless lives

Suffocate them with saliva drenched

Detritus

Opinions regurgitated vomited with vileness

Stench

classless ceaseless

The cream has sank

We’re drowning in ourselves

Human love is four sided

It is more than a double entendre,

beginning, foreplay, climax, end

its intensity knows no bounds

the central is avarice and deep

it is wet slippery depraved and then you weep

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

    When There Are Four Sides to Human Love

    he knows how to one

    he knows how to one

    lift the sleeping spirit

    carry it to the tomb

    moan its glory

    gone

    and tightness

    gone

    flaccid curling

    wipes its

    glisten

    on the

    crevice

    again,again,again

    only he

    can

    again

    Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

    Up ↑

    %d bloggers like this: