animal halo

i got nothin' to say on the states of affairs that move most men to tears and tearing down other men
i got nothin' to say about bright balmy days backed by boldfaced lies and nuclear sunrises
i got nothin' to spit about the clits of mad bitches who bring baldness to the bedroom because beauty ain't enough

but the full moon is risin' and the serpent inside is climbin' these stairs

see, simple silence arouses violence in bitemarks and bruises left in lust on a lover's shoulder

and moments of meditation bring clarity and penetration of the futball diamond maya of blood soaked poor designers

short years and long pauses pregnant with meaning and luscious possibility punctuate the perforations of my soul-searching neo-frontal cortex

and still you sit there, slack-jawed and yawnin' while i go on and on in loquacious masturbatory bliss.

let me make this simple. clear. pin-pointed.

i like loving you and i dig this existence.
you can tear it down, seek salvation through tribulation and rapture
long for better days or a lord to come and capture you
or burn it to the ground, wiping our kind from the face of this rock
and still i'll find a sweet spot and dance in it.
you can too. and you, and you...
and if we all did just that, if we went ahead and ate the fat and didn't feel guilty... just gluttonous for experience, then maybe, just maybe all this shit would go away.
but then we'd be left looking for contrast, the black to our white, the fertilizer for our roses...
so no, i don't want you to blot out my darkness,
to blow sunshine up my ass,
i just want to sit here and appreciate the soft, subtle lines of your muscles twitching under your skin, barely hidden by that silky shawl you donned while dancing in the burn-your-feet sweetsand of 10am.
i just want to smell the animal that comes through your pores when you forget or ignore to wear your bitter-blockers.
i'm just breathin' this in,
the grace AND the sin,
and givin' thanks that i've awakened
to feel pain again.
and when my number's up, i'll die,
grateful for all i've been given
in the short moments that i've lived.

i've got nothing to say...except, "PLAY."