You were shocked so apparent ivory white
Because you saw a fresh face and I was pixilated
My fate present to those not available
Holy latin men of misspent theological speculation
Set out a bed of roses ridden with thorns in which I could
Bury my soul in remorse
That horrible flavor of taste known
The flavor seeping and seductive which might relieve that burning (doubted)
Percussion of a citizen
Civis romanus sum he protests as the hornets swarm his parade of opinions
His soul ripped open to
A God bewildered by honesty
In a world entirely enticed by the muse a society so apparently
Built on the MOMA
A mother mischosen and a virgin no longer
Her conception most concentrated in that logical peal that
Shatters thought and brings the thoughtful to their knees
but leaves your love so free
Whether in small town meadow
Or abstract new york ghetto
That child of Europe just runs in circles
Wounded and crying for a parent who will never come
To the soul still captivated by her result and loss
A feminist ephemeral that draws on the death of third worldlings
Simple minded fools in form
Lost bodies on display
In their prejudice and innocence
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