What we have-what you had.
Dark, dark grains in the crops of betrayal.
A maudlin sensation worth all despise.
The daytime shining, and a nighttime good for us.
Absent as an adage.
Severe, severe. Ever so sinisterly.
Warnings to all holding time, holding company.
The moments decimated by remains,
The moments punctuated by loss,
Prove severe, sinister. Ever so severely.
Viscera strewn over the light,
Over the skirt of the country,
In the alarming accents.
Accelerate the abducts of trailing dungarees,
Of weathermen, sinner men,
Like the radio reverie we’re living in.
Strangled sobs and dangling sounds,
Sonorous to the sheath armies brittle bridge.
The newness of blooming nurseries set in a sphere
The aerated abilities of passion trapped in an aviary
The noon of good expressions quilting a menagerie
Havoc in an awakening.
In a dream of adventure,
You're there and I'm there,
With the greed and the bliss,
Awake in an abyss.
I’ll look for you in movie screens, I’ll look for you magazines. I’m taking off the sirens scene .