Intention Tensions

In Uncategorized on March 25, 2014 at 10:21 pm

To fill a singly human stretch of frameworks,
Each ending openly upon incompleteness,
Into one frame of feeling… irked alive,

Shuddered inspiration.

To not be social functions of solitude:

Our graphs all tire vertically,
Limper as they rise,
But they rise. Together,
We visit catching instants of butchery…

The detachment following butchery: 
The static depth of things not being different.

Later, turn off the lights. Lie in the dark,
Marinade in that frustration-accumulation
(Desperately waiting to “sleep on it”)…

Jerk off. 


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