...to the seldom few...I need a moment of your time, feedback if possible with regards to two topics, conveyance of message, and pragmatic application with regards to this piece's emotional register...after that, well, say what you will...thanks
In a last desperate moment
A man sawed off
Pointed at me
Crippling with city eyes of indemnity
The street became
To a shark in orgasm
Pavement blood
Like hobo liquor
Under the cherry wine
The Moon bathed
In rain water converted
Naked jay-bird theater
Set sunset alveoli asthmatic
To be yonder
Here
And now
With a porcelain tendril
Lingering to shatter
Glass
In me
The Virgin Mary
Thinking
I was
Achilles
And me
Pointed
Loaded and thrust forward
Timely like metaphorical redundancy
Without rhyme
In a loveless season
Waiting, dying
In epiphany
Until the very breathe
Is stolen
In bloody debt
Gangster impetus wild
Reaping
Nature
Opulent in bevy
Ire spent
And grace
Full
Of Stupidity
Upon a dire precipice
To which
Gospel
Is a guiding light
To romanticized masculinity
In my pants
She is dancing
Smitten crest
Befuddled
Cocksure whimsy
Zealous
And symptomatic
Stumped
Thumping beat
Down
Low light crooned
Rumbled ethnicity
Groveling
Holy
Mercy
To be so deep within love
When the orchestra hums
Like the tired ocean
Sand basks
Immortality
As sin and beckon mention time
And time winks
Photonic
And minimally existent
Core
Essential tranquility
Like the nook of an eve
When whisper mentions psalm
And forgiveness
Metamorphosis
Iconoclastic
Butter melted serenity
To which
What witch
What war locked
Away
Dancing
In an alleyway
Broiled
Inner-city stolen
The fading love
Of a woman
To make
A Man
Like a woman
Can make
A man
A man
In a last desperate moment
A man sawed off
Pointed at me
Crippling with city eyes of indemnity
The street became
To a shark in orgasm
Pavement blood
Like hobo liquor
Under the cherry wine
The Moon bathed
In rain water converted
Naked jay-bird theater
Set sunset alveoli asthmatic
To be yonder
Here
And now
With a porcelain tendril
Lingering to shatter
Glass
In me
The Virgin Mary
Thinking
I was
Achilles
And me
Pointed
Loaded and thrust forward
Timely like metaphorical redundancy
Without rhyme
In a loveless season
Waiting, dying
In epiphany
Until the very breathe
Is stolen
In bloody debt
Gangster impetus wild
Reaping
Nature
Opulent in bevy
Ire spent
And grace
Full
Of Stupidity
Upon a dire precipice
To which
Gospel
Is a guiding light
To romanticized masculinity
In my pants
She is dancing
Smitten crest
Befuddled
Cocksure whimsy
Zealous
And symptomatic
Stumped
Thumping beat
Down
Low light crooned
Rumbled ethnicity
Groveling
Holy
Mercy
To be so deep within love
When the orchestra hums
Like the tired ocean
Sand basks
Immortality
As sin and beckon mention time
And time winks
Photonic
And minimally existent
Core
Essential tranquility
Like the nook of an eve
When whisper mentions psalm
And forgiveness
Metamorphosis
Iconoclastic
Butter melted serenity
To which
What witch
What war locked
Away
Dancing
In an alleyway
Broiled
Inner-city stolen
The fading love
Of a woman
To make
A Man
Like a woman
Can make
A man
A man
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P.S. Just before you changed your profile photo, I was thinking that you were someone I could count on to keep his photo constant. I'm not even sure why I thought it, but I am thoroughly amused by the timing. May I know why you changed it?