victoria

brunettes in brokerage bought beemers blur bringing to life the brazen billboard boastings beckoning to a culture heralding false unions of utopian bliss and euphoric engagments of ecstasy masking the multitudes to what is really only an Octavian outlet of seminal singularity and covetous cupidity...racing the heart only to ravage mind and body

generic yet decidedly greedy glances from blondes in their bourgeosie thwarting boxters without careful effort become coins strewn from an economy manufacturing sex as its cash crop coins of which I horde hoping he who attracted the lightning was right when saying...
a penny saved is a penny i earn
all the while failing to learn
that the golden streets on which i desire to stride were paved with the bullion of blood and not the currency of cosmetics or the standard of silicon which ironically lays under both keyboard and knife - one under the shameful dark one under the licentious light

from you i flee

running trying to fix these craving corporeal lamps onward all the while fighting the feeling of salty eyes looking over plain-filled pasts and pillar doomed futures to fix them upon one who remains without face or name inhabiting a place of which i long to be so much closer...

epithet eluding you undoubtedly possess curves to replace these angles, tenderness to cover these calouses, an optimism to combat this conquering cynicism, eyes to wall in this wandering wretch
all aside...your alias i am awaiting
whispering it in the dew soaked mornings
writing it on holiday
laughing it over coffee in the overcast afternoon
cherishing it on the long nights of doubt and racing minds
vowing it on the steps of lovers and saints
clinging to it on the boulevards which are bursting with such brazen billboard boastings