With Nicholas “Felix” Hursh
I knew on Sunday that this I outgrew you,
I knew that sad day that I out threw you
Love was done and that was catch
We’d met our day,
We’d met our match.
T’was Sunday that autumn was over, please right the crown of the shining October, I miss you more than before I knew you, because I didn’t know how much of me was in you.
Your beautiful face, your wily grace, your laughing gaze
The smile in your eyes that kills me
You are, to me, that uncertain sun in springs bipolar face.
Such fucking Shakespeare…
To be graced with that bright light so shining bare
After many a wintery day
The cold cuts hardest to the quick
When yon light is cast away
I love your beauty and your fire
But protect myself if I may
Lest I melt in your dark spire
Of past love that’s gone astray
My Saint Nicholas says to me: ” I hear a gallop.
A thunderous heart beat, pulling and flowing tumultuously”
You are not under-evaluated, denigrated, you have not been attenuated
Your words, your passions,
… thoughts run deeeeep
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss meee and I will sleep. …
I want to be evaluated, touch un-attenuated, feel your lips on me
Textile-dilated
While I feel your hands on me
Give me, give me, give me this unctuous song
I know that we’re not wrong
We’ve been inside each other all along
I want everything that’s wrong
Give me, give me, give me everything that’s wrong
We’ll turn it into song..
Textile dilation, Mocking sterile sensation
Our course of summation belies our elation
Leaving sensitivity, mocking our entity, we are all ins be, the end of our longevity.
We are seeking salvation from this dynamic nation and everything that we create is making us itch and grow and tow and throw and what we really need is to learn from our foe
it’s this cosmetic industry
this nasty dark into me
this horrible place that we allow to invade our space and it makes me itch, literally
scratch
and this is the catch
of what we are doing to our own bodies our own generation
that sterile sensation
is lacking because we continue to do the fracking
and we are ruining ourselves and our world and our souls within it and let us not take a divine moment and seek ourselves in it
And a tambourine crrraaaaaaaaashhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
THE DISCERNMENT SERIES 