Malady Of Decadence

older women are not erotic to you Adagio? you know this poem is insulting....

It wasn't meant to be insulting. Anyone who knows me, knows I write fiction. I keep my life private. If it makes you feel any better, report me for being mortal and not a Bull Shitter.    

I can neither express an opinion nor a reaction to this poem.
It is like grooving to sad music... in an endless autumn evening...
... ... ... ...

Grooving sounds good.

OK...
Thanks for your reply.

" grooving on Sunday afternoon grooving couldn't get away too soon "
By the Young Rascals
Was just played on ' iHeart "  a uk radio station
amazing

Perhaps the spirits are grooving. Who knows!

Indeed who knows.
Luckily for me it was playing
it gave me something to respond
to because I didn't manage to
understand it.
Ah, well, I don't know everything.



Malady of decadence, narcissistic disposition  
hysteria, perversion's melancholy a metaphor  
for being old and losing touch with reality
speaking in feminization as an erotic poet
playing, "Forget-me-not" with a secondhand
posy to be remembered.    

Imagination is the hammer in my poetic toolbox. My words are not for everyone and my blueprint is not by design. I just sling the ink and watch it dry.  

Ok