Coffee date

Alchemical dope salad and my waiting parade fork...

and while I was your secret incision,
the bra sweat omnipotence of your honey wine sports lecture
re-configured belligerent memory of an attempted fuck,
was the only confession I had for the worms of silence.

The wall is there wailing for your scriptures and curses.
and I am pondering the criminal fringe of conscious day.

I have the usual caffeine smile
and my blood pressure sustains me
at the recommended dosage.

so I am waiting for the crash
to plan my eternal mistake
and to forget about the creature outside of this room
for the forgiveness of perpetual illusion.