Lips And Lungs, Recollapse

by

The brace of life long contradictions

sag with the weight of pleasure.

I dream the eyes of all

and in all I am the eye of the dream

I rage, ecstatic, into some kind of blue void

And rail, unabashed, against a red brick wall

Trip and fall

Trick you all to believe my connections
I am not what you percieve, and chose to believe

I am many more degrees toward the 360

Much fuller

Closer to a circle than you believed
Braced by my imagination

Traced across the face of ages

My lips and lungs recollapse

And I hold as truth what speaks of truth

Because truth cannot define

or uncover itself, truth does not exist without a mouthpiece,

So, the mouthpiece itself is pure truth
And my lips wrap around this strange thought

and speak it to my ears, from my lungs
And my eyes just kind of bobble uselessly

searching for beauty in truth

and truth in beauty

But only temptations are found

(A beauty in themselves)

So I give in to absolute pleasure

And lips and lungs recollapse

Hips and tongues reattatch in abstract measures

To tempt fate to cut loose the Sword of Damacles

Swinging over my head

like a viscious plumb bob

To stick my head the banquet table

and apple on a skewer

Each drop of blood proclaiming the contents of a pornographically explicit dream of naked physical beauty

That I've had at some point in my days
A thread

A thread

Is all that stands between me and collapse

Damacles is giggling somewhere,

as each fantasy and pleasurable vision adds an ounce to the weight of the sword

Adds a pound to my already strained braces

It's iminent

Lips and Lungs, Recollapse

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by: Mejame Ejede Charley
from: Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa

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