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Paranormal ectoplasm of divinity
Stain whatever surface, with whatever imprinting instrument
To capture the moment on out of body possession.

Trying hard not to make eye contact
Focussed on his destination
He hurries through the foot traffic
Set on tonights objective.

Your energy, greener than the geothermal layers
that continuously shift the earth beneath our feet.

It’s effect transporting me out of body
In a meditative vortex to parallel realities.

Uploaded photos of married (or equivalent) skin,
Cut or Uncut and framed in glory hole fashion.

Presenting to me here on Earth
The idea that if space can exists
Without a predetermined end
So can I.

Men who none could respect after you in body only
Wanting nothing more then selfish satisfaction.
Debauched experiences proudly displayed

Her curves are seductivley smooth
Showing that a nourished woman
Can be beautiful and marketable.

Smoking hungrily out of the hole
Crudely cut on the wall in the cubible.

I see this foreign place,
But upon the sight of you
I breathe easier.

Lying in pigeon hole bunkers
Praising the dead for more blanket space.
Savouring the creature comforts for they made the their last

Blanketing the soil
Deciduous trees retire,
Starved from summer’s heat.

Your taint, facilitating within me for all I know
Slowly decoding my weaknesses and replicating aplty

My life, flashes before my eyes
Revealing not the past, but the future.
The goals and desires that have long been established

A smile cracks revealing crooked smokers teeth
Framed by lips from a man too emasculated to anoint them.
Every time, I emphasize that I do not kiss.

Your toxicity, like Argentinian Malbec
Develops character and complexity
As we course trough the night.

You reply “I love you too.”
Masked as coy I debate your words
Evaluating its value in comparison to my feelings

Two pairs of lips that both
Brushed loving wives earlier on that day
Two sets of busy hands taking no time for subtlety
Brushing over each other in frantic formation

Skeletal frames, once submerged litter
Lay side by side with previously organic opposites

Malcolm always tried his hardest to suppress those factors from what he considered his “real” life. The life of apparent normality was how he treated it.