10: February 2016 #04 - Big Pink Industrial Suburban Sunset
Authored by James Kwapisz
Big Pink Industrial Suburban Sunset
Linger a little longer— let me gaze; how pretty, how shitty how pretty you are. Rosily, laying lazily your violets across the light of my days and fading with my nights’ noir— my medial, my remedial darling, how pretty you are. How viscerally tied am I to the lilt of your rise and your demise, consistent intrinsic peak, tugging me climactic— you wear me out. What synaptic failing, what deceit— to think you slip into your pink nightgown and out when the sun’s down just for me. You cannot be owned, I know, but when all debts are paid and we’ve exhausted ourselves of rain I see you clearly beyond your brine- encrusted clouds; the sweat of other lovers sticks to my skin, residual acidic lust clings to my tongue, yet still I wish you were mine. Linger a little longer— let my cigarette smoke entwine with your wispy, floral scars— how pretty, how shitty how pretty you are.