Libertinism In Justice

Betrayed was my usual spot on smug
and found I a malt I want to but chug, before refilling glass
full again mug, take down again my gullet

Shadow that I always keep with me.
Warmth which to thaw 
The ice of my heart
And the bright through the blinders
To wake me

Across a salty promenade, where footing loses to spray
The second half of my even unwholesome waits for come a day

If I were in a centrifuge, my head would want to hit my feet
And finally sprung from that prison,
my tongue would wag more discrete.

If I were in a centrifuge, my feet bones would puncture…

My full name? I’d have to kill you. Jo O’Brien will do just fine and I was born and bred over here in Melbourne Australia. You should come over- I’ll take you out for coffee!

Desdemona, Desdemona, how tall you stood in death
Desdemona, death’s and dated how it came hard down on your breath.

For a song, my Desdemona, my sweet,
you were written, and poised breath…

Empty. The balloon was empty.

We know he wasn’t in it when it landed. But why did this not come with a message as to where he was then after all?

I may have been wrong to think this would…

The boy in the helium and aluminum foil sky.

...come yea’ cool and blessed sleep;
cease play all banshees and come and hither,
adding souls to this murky pond o’ deep".

Swift steed beneath my torso,
the one suspended on guiding legs
below loins of ‘devil may I’
equally as passioned as my wanderlust head

How many years now has it been
Your prime and every concern
My unsettled hoofs beating patternless with drive
My vagabonding wrench
The unsatiable back and forth of an endless throbbing hea…

Anhedonia strike, and he donned my fancy,
or qualities
despite many the maladies, and, I, fell too
drowned too to sing, too sound…

I just feel like I’m entering reality…

The musical spirit within a person I beleive has a horoscope and numerology based determiner. Every person, during the "music years" – the growing years… I’d say early teens to approximately …

Aden wore heavy sarcasm well by that 26th of March, a day smartly enough placed upon the eve of his 26th birthday.

By the dagger and the hangman
Sat a little loathsome queen…

It is time for the next Renaissance, indeed long overdue, and it is upon us to bring it.

When, a cold blue like winter
Settles onto a body of pink work…