Sappho the Greek poet, lonely person in a man’s world. She yearned for the tantalizing kiss, caress of soft skin, hot kisses in the moonlight. Oh, how she despaired looking at the stars, dreaming of her forbidden lover.
Get your shit together. There is no light, I can’t seem to see there is no one left to catch me. Sent me too the marsh, let me drown. I am tired, master of misery, have pity release me, let me drown in quicksand. I don’t want to get here out alive. I am going to spend my last night here, I think I finally see clear. When you won’t comply, I’ll make them hang me, neck snapping, time will tell, it shall fly drenched in the rain of angel’s eyes humans die.
Memories of all those blissful years together, some wither, kiss me darling, before I forget. When I am yet a husk of a man, drooling pooping in his diaper. Returning to an infant’s state. Promise me you will put an end to my misery. For to vegetate, is no life worth living.
I needed to unlearn everything, the English teacher crammed in my head to be playful with language unfilled needs one to be get. It’s easier if you forget the rules, creativity needs little boundaries, the freedom one of its pleasantries.
On our way still, the stately feeling caused by the walking feet after feet, behind the coffin. Women with their handkerchiefs, against mouth and nose. Death is contagious, keep it at bay. Once dreamed up the big, final word shoes are to small of a sudden, armpits sweaty clothes drop to the floor. We are all naked in the final hour. The trees wave, tears on his face flowers on the departed his body maggots waiting to hatch.