A time, a place, a pretty little juxtaposition Called Class and Love and All things extra overambitious and other momentous emotions of
Radically indulgent comfort in numbers… Two, namely, and She expresses herself, her mindset, via silently comedic suggestions And all other ENTHUSIASTIC elements of level-headed understanding… for him?
Because, he has m-a-r-c-h-e-d through a wildfire that NO-ONE CAN DESIRE… but for the words that it creates
To shape his GrEaTeSt page – a wage between a pummeled mind and the persistence of time and r-a-t-i-o-n-a-l-i-t-y TO FIND.
Something from motherfucking NOTHING of noteworthy intent. Inside of his rhapsodized, paralysed HEAD
For rhythmic (dis)obedience meets literary intelligence
