x teacher's note

as i spin letters

out of the circulo-nimbus clouds

that have formed an intricate

web

in my head,

i gathered all the resolutions 

that i tried to

complete

under my lids,

half-hoping that sleep 

would imbue me with 

creativity,

despair

and the drive to create

something

sublime,

tasteful

and immaculate.

Yet all I find

amidst the tangled 

concaves of my cerebrum

is the thought of

your cheekbones,

your scent,

your animal heat,

and your powerful resignations

to our smoldering

profanities and bacchanalian delight

in the flesh and the fleshless.

I hum

with a voice

of a deranged lover

hungering for a respite. 

May I deliver

all my responsibilities

to the moon and the sun

and the fucking Establishment

so we can 

LIVE LARGE

LASH OUTLAUGH MANIACALLY

LORD IT OVER THE WORLD

as we drown ourselves

in chocolate syrup 

and think up acid dreams

until the clock dies on us...

 i ran out of rhymes and words
but maybe a three-word sentence
would suffice.
I LOVE YOU.

-10reason