Screwed

Shimmer,  
rhetorical reticulation
coagulated symphony  
of expiring jubilation
faceless debate;  
 
resonating essence  
of a cosmic  
chrysanthemum.  
 
My vengeful indigenous nature  
knows no reduction,
imploding from an  
exasperated weary place;  
 
searching for a half smile  
in this land of impurity.
 
Corrupt clowns congregate
to my chorus of justification,  
impaled fumes of colossal  
misogynistic interpretations.
 
Dance with me  
in an ocean of  
inverted serendipity,
run this gauntlet of  
disparaging regret
a tourniquet of  
absinthe roses  
my gift to thee,  
 
muses cut loose  
this sheltered  
hieroglyphic.
 
I am a saint  
who pretends  
to be coarse  
a rotting flesh  
of festivity,  
 
since light's  
ocular inhalation
traverse manipulation.
 
Still, be still,  
in the moroseness of day  
shining antiquities solidifies  
this archaic devotion,  
 
rise above the primordial  
discharge of eloquence,  
 
shriek into the vigor  
of nocturnal relevance.
 
Collapse within  
this concourse of reverence
deity's quirky little game
of touch but don't taste,  
 
preordained blueprint  
mocking ones fate.

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