Dancing in safe spaces….is dangerous.
Perhaps I am not real, hallucinatory; perhaps a calling angel. Perhaps you are not real, a pawn in the chess game that I am losing.
Last night we fought. Tonight I am cold. Tomorrow we are alone…barely existing.
I am a beautiful dreamer….mirrors of you endure in the walls of my heart…halls of my soul.
(Dusk…)
Sleeping with beautiful strangers…is dangerous. Falling in love with a mortal, a homogeneous fuck.
Once I wanted to be…the greatest. Falling asleep in Uncertain, waking in Europe…
and now I have left my body, energy gone …because I dance in small spaces.
and now I have left my body, energy gone …because I dance in small spaces.
My prodigious wisdom is illustrious, but not altogether virtuous. I will cease to abide comfortable shit.
I need a fast machine. I want to fly.
That’s “Miss Helen” to you, bitch.
A beautiful anima spawns a fool with no bounds.
I am the Ruy Lopez, goddamn: I am the cruelest of players you will ever meet. Shove my face in shit.
(Schism in the dogma; a glitch in the mold.)
Paraclete! Sew my memory shut, for I am a calf awaiting slaughter. (in situ) How I hate my thieving heart. Cipher, for I know not, Father.
I fly among angels…with my dirty wings.
K.P.
