Lost Love Lust

Tags: Love.

• the love tribulations of sir Jack Dust.

  There once was a particle of dust.
  It floated from left to right, up and down, and quite typically; round and round.
  It did not crisscross, or zigzaggy-do, but it sure did like that stew.
  Next to a carrot it fell, just boiling and swell.
  A family of green beans floated by and yelled to him:
  “Hey Jack! Guess there’s [...]

• c’est belle problème.

  I’ll tell you what the problem is buddy.
  Oh I’ll tell you what the problem is indeed.

  No longer do humans express themselves.
  Sexuality is repressed.
  Love is avoided.
  Art is mundane.
  Women have become men, men have become women.
  Personality is objective, marriage subjective.
  Disagreement silenced, and agreement necessary.
  Regrets abundant, risks scarce.
  Music inspired, not created.
  Objects improved, not invented.
  Beauty materialized, materialization beautified.
  Discipline undermined, [...]

• dirty ends.

  You watch the clock, the typical tick scratches the sides of the brain.
  This thing. This thing called time.
  A picture frame, the artists you seek to blame.
  Dark martini, no fucking lime.
  It is not the loves that you proclaim, but the true creations of disdain.
  A telephone ring, a partner in crime, the key to the line.
  Assign, Refine, [...]

• twine & vine.

  A step of hers is half of his.
  Her palm fits snug into his work worn hands.
  Her lips touch amongst his as if molded for one and other.
  Mustn’t her thought sway, for in a moment, he is along her side.
  The complecture of amazonian goddesses, her hand intertwines his.
  Setting her hand on her lower abdomen, she raises [...]