Tuesday, December 13, 2016

De Honeste Amore: Condemned 1277

The sober and decorous morning ends

a lycanthropic amphibolgy obtains 

bare moments collapsing
into the realm of
all things disorganized
and inaccessible

                 the senses
let in all manner of crap which is after a while
impossible to distinguish
from beauty
--negating reliability
of either category
with everything old and new
made humourless
and there is no wilderness
no wonderment

but still I half love 
how hot everything gets