Saturday night and before I head out, I leave another poem, commemorating National Poetry Writing Month. I have become fond of this exercise, it has proven to be very motivating; I even added pictorial imagery.
Stasis
The transhumanizer in him comes out to become one.
No one can find the fantasies
hidden in your subconscious
Does anybody loves him?
Not like he was loved before.
Secret lies, curdled up
in fantasies of screams.
Endless vows.
Take a ride,
take a bite at me
until you're loved.
Cause all you'll have left are the memories from yesterday.
Stasis
The transhumanizer in him comes out to become one.
No one can find the fantasies
hidden in your subconscious
Does anybody loves him?
Not like he was loved before.
Secret lies, curdled up
in fantasies of screams.
Endless vows.
Take a ride,
take a bite at me
until you're loved.
Cause all you'll have left are the memories from yesterday.
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