this next chapter's in italics
the ambiance is violins, insinuating sirens
subtle as violence, incinerated in silence
cuddled in time when, time was, an afterthought
after all, laughter calls, & catapults, the youth within
till collisions, filled with euphemisms, break through the skin
where to begin
my iris drifts within a pseudonym
taking pictures of chics
with poems on what i wanna do to them
& say & such
then say good night, never good bye just stay in touch
never could i, sever a tie, even when i'm, instigating
orphaned today; still i love him, not hate him
not at all convinced that i ain't him
intimidating, from my candor & manner, to how i philander
still i, 21 gun salute him
semper fi', big guy; see you when i die
you, mom & i'll, reunite at the family reunion
i guess, God knows what He's doing
not always convinced
fact is, that's sacrilegious
like me, when you see Him, just ask for forgiveness
& tell mom i miss her; then hug her & kiss her
good night, never good bye
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