Then the world watched itself fall away to next-to-nothing all that mysteriously upsetting anymore, and we feel it all make less than nonsensical sense
Her make-up is a mess as well as her hair and her black-and-white, piano-opinionated dress – where all of the blue-eyed boys go to flounder midst her strained heartbeat
To destroy themselves outright vilified
We are walking on Left-Behind street, watching our Reebok running feet fail at pedestrianizing themselves anymore
The laces are stammeringly, terrifically misplaced as though tremendously tongue-tied all of their own
And these monstrously under-qualified butterflies are whistling and whispering sweet everything’s near the strenuous breeze
Here stands a hand-in-hand standout couple of desirably intertwined individuals – handsome to the bones of borrowed and beautifully erstwhile beings – who tend to feel all of the feels
Sao Paolo, where all of the gays and the artistic people go to breathe compulsory – they are the whip-smart sharks and we are simply swimming in estranged circles til petrified til purified within
Finding ourselves to be zeros by mistaken way of upside-down finless default
Eeny Meeny miny mo and we are hanging out with all of the wrong people again, drinking half-capped Haig Club whiskey and remnants of better existences – looking for a snake-shaped, flasked and bountifully basked silver-lining inside and the intoxicated singing is still happening yet we cannot seem to see any way out from under beneath the retreat of a fastidious strife-time
She says that she loves this song of ours more than most people love themselves
Even if these behemoth buildings are beating-the-shit-from-us – electrified and appearing to be eerily eclectic dragon-dens of their stood-upright and alarmingly dependable own
Nestled beeswax ears and we stroll soliloquy inner between where everyone seems to get to settle their sorry souls again, to pose a most pious and poisonous threat, treating themselves to all out agonized instances
Juxtaposed and unpardonably paramilitary, they are speaking in rambles of autistic anxiety
Soon as a secretively insipid sip transforms itself into a lean on make-believe words and nothing else but endlessly suggestive gulps of graciously misplaced derivative, and they sneeze in silence yet they will still set the world almighty alight
A beat-back, candle-light explosion causes itself to implode via mitigated heat – expose yourselves, please, oh Sambuca inflamed wannabes
Lips twisted and down upon high-pitched knees
Matilda doesn’t seem to have her natural-born gravitational pull with her anymore
It’s just like Edna O’Brien said: “She cannot even find herself… let alone my introverted and dastardly disguised mind again.”
Suddenly so, we are gaining in the upper-crust and disgustedly weaponry echelon of our meandering and river-embedded dreams
Back to where we probably did belong to our universally suffocating selves
All of them secondary thieves with snide eyes tipsy-toed and impossibly arisen to posthumously arrive by the shake of a bristle-brazen day
Why does the sky look so very decidedly different at the break-of-dawn though?
We are sitting with our freckled faces metaphysically bespectacled and comfortably cupped midst the early-a.m. sun-stroke poke-fun at the other wonderful person
And the brand new Cinderella-slash-daft-as-a-brush beatnik girl with perfect ringlets of screaming fire bathing resolutely near her bleeding brain – and for all of the right reasons – invites herself inside of my tantalized inner between to meet right at the middle of circumstantial conception again – seems to be we are beer-drinking, wayside waving and sinking, gladly willing to meet the other promiscuous person til their very own personally theatrical sun bounces back to life and sets preposterous flame to itself
Reacquainted with center-stage significance til we all get to go toe-to-toe impenetrable again with the smoke-screened fear which breathes its destructively bolstered afterthoughts everywhere
I like the way you work it but no dignity, we gotta bag-it-up and re-scale our whole entire existence again, my love
Bruise ourselves til kaleidoscopically bolstered and able to cause our backbones to breathe
Each of the other person preciously pristine and extraordinarily giving: one of a kindly kind, you opened up my eyes to these brand new realizations of mine, let us desirably intertwine the designed and dignitary truth and be those handsome people who I speak so freely of
