"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

Obligatory Meaning for Life's Lesson

-four-

A statutory meaning to life’s lesson
A moral emetic for self-progression
Lascivious virtues are an aesthetic
Incarnated for integral devastation,

To run all veins together
As one
For abasement of the obsession
In wending
My blood,
A river displacing
All of your opinions, inane
Beneath a machination
Of hydraulic compression,
Descending.

Listless insanity prevails
My history is assailed, floundering
A knack for remembering
Every repulsive event in living,
Your lying attrition has committed
My divine admission to an unethical
Confession
And misgiving.

With Russia does copulate the most bitter
Of authors?
Does Red-Mother ovulate
Across Pacific waters?
The frigid malaise still reads me, here
As a woman praising her exaction
From my birth
Nursing only on chains
To her misery
And fear.

Like a D’Anconia amends;
Drilling virtue from a worthless mine
Paying with gold and dear friends,
At last
Vomiting up the sanctimonious blather
Of the ‘needy,’
I revel in the derth of conscious sincerity
Internally…
Volte Face.

Like a narcotic that intubates the past
Segregation, regeneration
And then recast.

An evolution per cell constitution
Accretion towards Lordship
Siring illusions of mordant fear;
Dismembered yet rearmed with possession
Gemma’s arm is my life’s lesson.

-Tuesday, December 30, 2008

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