Recompiled Words
Smiling in the exotic realm
where sorrow consumes rapid pills,
The heart repressed by depression
casting a mirror on myself;
drenched in tension,
a grimace tries to console the senses.
Erotic sex would be beautiful,
with life and loss; an explosion of question!
A champion hypnotic to the misery of mi corazón,
Divine howling of the pack engaged in the scrum,
gnashing their teeth while singing 'my playful bones.'
Meaning, like a slapshot, briskly skins my layers
thoughtfully, acid reflux corrodes the remaining madness.
Life has titles, growing like weeds, I go fluffy
and then harshly return to reality...
my corpse loves the head stone,
the violence makes it feel alive with doctrine...
the fish in a nearby stream are amused and unnerved
because it says "cute as a kitten," an animal that could
lay them to waste,
I could pounce at any moment!
Lovers sneak in overnight, given to rupture (prematurely),
assembled in a hot mess;
the flicker of money conquers, as people cite Joshua\\ over by the stagnant
willow. They inflict their poison on one another, with
laughter!
The world always on a hair trigger; as shadow and faint silhouette fill
the vacancy.
These are all in the collection of melancholy hammers,
where the dead have dignity, and their lust snared due to
their wild death. The deceased have no need of calories, and
tend to employ weeping dragons to carry out their hate! So
insipid is their love.loss.heart-ache, that the birds impale
themselves on thorns, so gracefully and gentle; despite their
awkward destruction.
The universe is thus inspired by the riches,
these folks are naked luck,
for on the fallow of this graveyard,
the fabric of God is an eternal transplant;
the remedy to conjecture
is happiness,
the body merely a hoax.
These are my words.