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An air of sentiment floats through her breath; the remnants of a disjointed nostalgia – instant ardor.
Eons egress.
A broken gun shoots a stream of oblong odium. A great magnet in the sky quips of infidelity.
Onyx in a crystalline vase yields a black bouquet of clastic cabal.
Votive engagement deafens as clickety-claque down a staircase of magenta denotes:
De-ja-vu.
Dogmatic in its endearing to time & nary does a wager of rice dictate the worth of a Magnum Opus.
Shutters of blue & green shuffle past a missing dyslexic confuddlery.
DaVinci was to Picasso as Jesus was to a message written in the sands of a Plutonian shore.
A tip to anyone ecclesiastical enough to see anything but a fairytale & what amounts to a Delphian daydream.
A footprint in the sand left by the apostle Apollo, prophet of music and son of Zeus.
She’s in her evening attire, I smell her Quaalude.
Plush & emboldened, arrows pierce through an armor of plate metal.
Teetering on the verge of a trifecta.
She’s dancing now.
Dabbled, dashed & doting.
Outward mobility molded into an exoteric cocktail of:
Pure Placebo.
Holding a hand of six in a game of five card stud.
A heroin to noses everywhere.
A blizzard of climax passes through the grapevine of Freudian fragmentation & figmented fractalization:
Proverbial.
REM sleep during a time of sheer libidinous tumult. Oh how testy.
Dactylic delineation so subversive as to the point of being realized as arbitration.
Deferent to the point of divination, an ongoing frequency of about 24 thrusts per minute.
The beat of her heart quickens to about 80 and yields thoughts gregarious and glorified, quintessentially the ardor of one so enlightened as to be dubbed:
The Blessed & the Buoyant.
The pendulous parameters of peer poignancy, submerged in a vessel of verbal tenement, a torpid dictate of transgressional & dexterous domesticity.
She takes it slow.
Appendices of exponential entrigue.
Entombed in a tenebrous overlay of black roses & wilted sentiment.
Distanced temperance tampens a taupe tapestry of torn tactility.
Bucolic to a queen of the dapper.
A shimmer of salience sparks seething semblance of the sordid satire.
Seminal.
© Chris Hawke 2015
Eons egress.
A broken gun shoots a stream of oblong odium. A great magnet in the sky quips of infidelity.
Onyx in a crystalline vase yields a black bouquet of clastic cabal.
Votive engagement deafens as clickety-claque down a staircase of magenta denotes:
De-ja-vu.
Dogmatic in its endearing to time & nary does a wager of rice dictate the worth of a Magnum Opus.
Shutters of blue & green shuffle past a missing dyslexic confuddlery.
DaVinci was to Picasso as Jesus was to a message written in the sands of a Plutonian shore.
A tip to anyone ecclesiastical enough to see anything but a fairytale & what amounts to a Delphian daydream.
A footprint in the sand left by the apostle Apollo, prophet of music and son of Zeus.
She’s in her evening attire, I smell her Quaalude.
Plush & emboldened, arrows pierce through an armor of plate metal.
Teetering on the verge of a trifecta.
She’s dancing now.
Dabbled, dashed & doting.
Outward mobility molded into an exoteric cocktail of:
Pure Placebo.
Holding a hand of six in a game of five card stud.
A heroin to noses everywhere.
A blizzard of climax passes through the grapevine of Freudian fragmentation & figmented fractalization:
Proverbial.
REM sleep during a time of sheer libidinous tumult. Oh how testy.
Dactylic delineation so subversive as to the point of being realized as arbitration.
Deferent to the point of divination, an ongoing frequency of about 24 thrusts per minute.
The beat of her heart quickens to about 80 and yields thoughts gregarious and glorified, quintessentially the ardor of one so enlightened as to be dubbed:
The Blessed & the Buoyant.
The pendulous parameters of peer poignancy, submerged in a vessel of verbal tenement, a torpid dictate of transgressional & dexterous domesticity.
She takes it slow.
Appendices of exponential entrigue.
Entombed in a tenebrous overlay of black roses & wilted sentiment.
Distanced temperance tampens a taupe tapestry of torn tactility.
Bucolic to a queen of the dapper.
A shimmer of salience sparks seething semblance of the sordid satire.
Seminal.
© Chris Hawke 2015
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Unease
The world will face its early end
When scorn becomes the new trend
The remaining hope is our sense
Only we can save the world from its absence
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