My Poetry Phantasmagoria.

Thy air screams extreme static humidity. Run, my love, runeth for shelter 'till our limbs falleth enervated.

How within thunderous cyclones Moana doth wail atop spray horses, such deafening sonnets entwine hurricane seasoned salt lips & limbs annihilated Her fierce crashing fingers

Cat storms tempest precipitation, Her crescendo doth pummel seaboards & calleth echoes not for mercy, thy very soul lost, a heady elixir o' tide swell; thus Moana calls forth all entwined dire consciousness, a bitter drenched destruction.

Thou excogitate as to whom o' former lovers angered Her thus eternal. She doth walk fingers outstretched torrent breakers, seaweed thy ocean waves gray reverberant blitzkrieg & jade embers o' cinereal.

Blasted paint upon once steadfast masts, ripped rigging doth clank, frightened sailboats thrice cowered thus.

Once safe a glass bottled vessel scuppered, mere seagulls' cries away a present circumstance, for no message from realms o' thy Locker, for doth crush un'er sparking ink recoiled skies.

Behold unrelenting rods galvanic doth rip across blackened sea cliffs, jetty boards lost under crushing trepidation o' Her rage noir.

Power lines doth sing crescendo chorus, all malodorous wails be buried un'er cliffs, at mercy torn free, precipitate arcs incandescence. A brilliant lighthouse, floorshow engulfed backdrop, jagged rocks, a crackling bitter sound.

Moana, o' woven seashells, seaweed dripping hair doth offer up a toast, crystal glass glints thy dominant ascendancy o' belonging & only then She propels coruscation, lightning bolt unto thy earth, shatters crimson exsanguine far off salaciousness flames.

Drowned thy skeletons tempest piled high multi-storey waves & only thus erase all thy saturated vessel not conjoined buoys club.

Finally… She rideth out thy raging sea, surveillant o' storm. Let thy trees, elevated electricity poles destined for Moana's kiss unto approaching oblivion.

Entirety hails a noir circumstance o', dark steps irrevocable.

'Tis a trail, all thy abandoned silicone, aeronautical titanium-steel consciousness, all thy paisley graves as to where from satellites fall unto a buried eternal necropolis.

Thy Land O' stained-glass gods portrayed entwined cavernous velvet stills & darkness, whilst thirty two-way lenses vociferate, psychotomimetic razor-edged hallucinations.

Graceful nocturnes, hardware Comsat, a cemetery whereas wire bouquets hang fervour each sepulchre, a gold leaf translucent moment, all consigned oblivion demesne.

Oh! Oleaginous NAND flash-based solid-state memory. Behold intricate thermodynamics, radiation-tolerant spikes o' large volumes o' sensor/images. This “coitus soup", finally all 'tis left upon thy wire eidetic imagery laid to rest.

Sheer radiation tolerance, once slick tungsten oxoanion, WO₄²⁻, or lest conclusively dashed unto a Pacific Ocean amongst tepid waves, fluoresce jewels & fish.

Now scooped from thy brine unto Gothic catacombs, how derelict doth ruin gaps betwixt spectral emotion, thy proverbial metallurgic cigarette plumes doth flit cloying sanctums. Doth usher in ancient charred architecture, controlled within caching multichannel arrays, Sion filed against precipitation.

Accentuating gates, a portal aperture painted blood, thrice spilt. Consumed skin o' senescence o' calescent. Here stratospheric violence beats within digital cranial, a sequestration such lascivious excruciation.

'Tis here thy precious eons, an hallucinatory world made flesh, such inexpressible utterance upon glistening raison d'être.

Deadhead moths scribed thus a cigarette countenance & how doth manifest within shattered glass & once bewitched crystal tears falleth adorned spaces.

Finally…'tis here thy regalia, all hallucinatory carousel, “do not tilt”, a world o' flesh vacuous, whereas solder scars run train tracts to thy soul. Circuitry wheels & spiked alluvium, thy only constraint.

Susurrations o' fresh manicured fingers, tight grip upon leather doth conjure faint red welts within derelict counted waves.

One doth find aqueous mercury, within a polished mirrored distortion all beheld immeasurable concupiscence.

Times o' steel faces entwined cast forth eternal signals, all consanguineous' thy snake goddess Nüwa.

Miles o' adjuration doth call out Ray-Ban Wayfarer's atop barley blonde hair. Pulse betwixt more a rhythmic symphony deep.

O' hot yielding sands, thy dried blood still doth moisten, resides upon blitheness embossed fingers, salted rocks only waves o' patterns upon damp sand.

O' near black Shiraz, notes o' licorice fruit, all finished spice tones. Faceless spectral, a vampiric, twirl within enchanted audiences.

Thy chromium pole, radiance doth beckon betwixt long scented patchouli, a naked rhapsody swathed glistening flesh o' Her for Her, jet eyes, naught but slayer o' hearts & domiciles. Her outrageous lack o' sensitivity.

The mirrored-steel doth flick o' stiletto cauterized many heartstrings. Oh! Modicum o' heartache, a waterfall sleeper, tears fall diamonds doth enshrine perpetual mascara stains upon malleable pillows.

“Research” materials, much a do about 20s Berlin.

Lesbos anathema leather pornography, all laid out far witnessed & doth prevail betwixt echoes o' frayed dialogue.

Permed hair frizz doth meet ill-fitting gowns. How gambol scorched, wasted stars & whips.

Such “scripts” & storylines 'tis a sea o' tan skin, hyperventilating librettos doth fall erotic.

Lest thy indifference excitement begins, dwells super trooper ignited scenes & entrance left, bra-less, whipped cream enigmatical, all deviant cold weapons.

'Tis thus love; let pure dynamism, retrograde intoxication begineth thy transpired silk, fetishized bodice ensorcellment, a luxuriant lesbianism.

Finally… Lest o' pure shadows blue doth intoxicate & all begineth a noir silk bodice o' soft perfumed laced flesh taut, a mesmerized encasement.

Thy husks o' burnt roofs, bricks cast & only chimney stacks erect upon torched skylines. Behold nocturnal dance o' disintegration, hands high reign o' raging gods, an ecosphere inferno.

Blackened beams whereas spread afore thy forest miles o' death, colour o' burnt sienna.

How doth bow, duly recognize, complains vociferously o'er thy rage, a scorched consummate “black toffee”.

Twenty-five years cast tenuous land o' dense woodlands & white walls, an unknown precarious arena.

Always peeling calculus, ciphers, doth deliberate every swiftly.

Oh! Luxuriant aficionados' ratification, gentle rain o' blackened soot, dire catalysts.

Augustus, time cometh o' malleability, contortion culminating a disappeared adjournment.

Polizei, requisitioned an unsubstantial “fire break 911".

How these Cimmerian lives sacrificed, all violet aegis petals.

A derivative o' instantiates, praise indeed o' swift black sky covens.

This untold end o' seasons, whenever all hateful savagery doth lift head above. Here, all publications announce headlines o' bastardized atrocities out breathtaking conservation reserves, death o' mother earth.

Premeditation returneth here, I doth remain only memoirs from a doorway & thus missing souls.

Fire truck's unholy LED illuminates an abomination in crimson far too painful. Instead, remains, only gift wrapped disarray.

Psalm 131, Arvo Pärt. How tears doth unfurl, all recognized crisis doth know each other's status.

Thy anneal crystallized despairingly hope boxed, whence all awakens, riseth new patina, doth fluoresce burnt brilliant.

Each lonely soul doth kiss nocturnal, doth conjures full anamnesis. Yet lives, ciphers & time-worn pebbles counted upon our e'er shrinking shores.

Finally… Lest call-out truce, thou hands raised soot scribed.

How ruleth capillaries amongst firebreak voids.

A veritable incendiary, truly aphotic smoke metamorphosis. Ultimately doth limp away o' consumed charred automobile volition.

Fear bombardments from thy gods o' loss o' mortals, within seconds, roads, drains & sidewalks overflow & doth douse neon sins whilst old impiousness doth permeate air.

Barbed Wire, Triton three prongs doth raise whilst dark water doth descend, thy weight o' candy flaxen cars.

Halt deep set feculence, rides torrents wash o'er each a Yellow Cab corsage & how barometers doth duly lift drop biometrics, doth spy this hectic scene, akin to Davy Jones's Fire station locker room.

High above it all, state o' art aeroplanes, trepidations pilots doth critique evaluation o' all those twinkling illuminates. Coruscation fluctuating a blackened sky. How doth cling LaGuardia radar analogous, a greedy mollusc the echo alternating interferences & reinforcement o' reflected wavelets.

Those east coast pedestrians, thy disorientated doth scamper amongst herbages & costume vessels.

Such mystifying currency exchanged for waterproof bonnets, entwined predestination drenched esplanades amongst thy glass n' steel sky, doth cast off aegis & hieroglyphics.

How water doth ripple hyperborean from iron drains, bemused name tag tourists, their gallium camcorders doth bleep twenty times to the New York minute, upon a spectrum o' pink & white straws & how grumbled blasphemy, as if n'er seen H2o notarized within newspaper boats afore.

'Tis thy way along 7th Avenue. Aeruginous cars slither like giant beads who slow aquaplane executing their duty. Each doth pray to their gods, a reminiscence o' 8 tracks & lustrous dealerships.

For the lost I standeth here, they ponderously ponder a rendezvous, great showroom in the sky, marble & daisy ink blotter stratosphere.

Finally...Ariel skeletal forests, Pirelli tire Calendar pin-ups & all the exquisite flesh curious doth ask whereas hopes doth go whence nocturnal drags us deep down unto velvet sleep.

'Tis time love, ensconced a prominence, high as endocarp & nostrum pie.

Seated unnerved above legions o' lamented. For returneth here doth eavesdrop tarragons o' folklore their anecdotes, cast fire within stone, pure Ikebana flowers o' set cracks o' thirst exsiccation.

Thistles entwine a barbed wire past, yet still doth grow here. E'ry dystopia heights entwined corruption o' weeds, fortuity, o' dense undergrowths intertwined florae.

Beloved, angel's blinded eyes & ivy doth weep o' rain unto lamented leaves eternal. Pale, all blunt guardians, thy gentle incandescent eternal breeze.

Thou doth enshroud wilted tall trees, doth find pale “selves” whispering lamented footsteps tiptoed around broken marble.

A belief in shattered granite words, all carved ironic at thy decided lack o' permanence.

For who truly sayeth loved preponderance here? Yet findeth still o' day's plethoric empty purpose & verve long since proceeded.

Who holdeth illuminates dimming, for death a mere peregrinated portal unto metamorphosis.

How smoke o' burnt acetate doth flit in heady air, death technicians, darkened alleyways.

Behold plastic bags end o' time solutions doth ethanoate compounds, doth fade lost from finger nails & dubious birth certificates.

Upon bygone Calendars, crossed over permanent biro. These turbulent memoir's writ, torn pages strewn ash & nicotine leaves, a once helter-skelter life.

Yet humanity offers up little but shaking hands, once held lullabies. Pale streetlight depicts such vivid accumulations o' all thy abandoned.

This near morn, doth close heavy doors. 'Tis heat ablaze alfresco & once more this business suit, made cloth o' mist shimmering faded pieces, doth make acquaintance o' subterranean affluence.

Finally… This phantasmagoria offer up to me, jar o' silver, o' gold & default settings entwined for countless sorrows. Yes, let love always survive indelible, a haunting till meet once more.

We are but celestial comets. Ethereal beings doth blow through a night sky. Surreptitiously losing a tail, all thy pieces o' us, we ne'er quite understood until now.

Haunted jet eyes oversee thy set o' scars entwined chill amber air.

Our loss dowsed amongst disquieting rituals & unto cosmic empyreal, finally doth dwell.

Oh! My Love! How we doth slow sell consciousness.

Sold doth encapsulate fear, lest we fall, lose that one remaining spec o' hope.

For there, the last door set aside, or doth truly close.

Only that very juncture, either saved or no...

First time doth ultimate remember arms o' affrighted love. All warmth o' tightropes spread afore, around & gentle grace ne'er exorcized.

Albeit series o' goosebump realizations far, far entwined thy blossom trees.

Somehow along thy way, how lost, somewhere hazy days, that one day, that one moment, that second doth drip solder, doth remain & doth wish we could only unpick thy blanket o' time.

Our Venetian blinds behind reality, the usher.

This Land O' B&B' superlative flesh fantasies & all cometh with “costs” severed upon treasured memories. Tight held ready & abundant, thy cold toast doth guest disproportionate disapprovals yet again.

'Tis present, juncture o' secrets doth traverse immemorial, thy age-old & holdeth within LNER mysteries lost & found.

Feelings discovered & all betwixt ribbons unfurled from small velvet pretty boxes.

Derelict farms, manor houses, burnt buildings unto the blacked earth.

Each one held, thy fall o' battlements kissed maidens, cherry cola cold mouths o'er space grade titanium fillings.

Dense unblemished neon eyes, a time o' flesh, doth alight at thy very sight, a robotic death ray apocalypse from thy once purchased intergalactic pick & mix, plastic scented Woolworths.

How we doth bow mechanical humanoids, circuitry complexities outstretched wiring & synchronized hands, doth these days still feel a broken edged sharpest.

Luxuriant flesh, tan lines upon our youthful skin, pristine lightweight linen suits noir, thrice discerned o' thy recently acquired aquarium bronze & how doth flit Jovian algorithm pulses.

Thus, what changes o' you, my love? Doth asphalt now calleth inaudible o' such extent?

For you, lost so long till only your shadows whisper out far across thy forest floor.

Finally… Forms alit darkened bedrooms, walls & as blood drips from bruised lips. Bound fingers point across empty stained rooms, how doth ask thy toughest questions, for who are we really?

Lest now rushes o' blonde be seen here the boudoir, velveteen walled courtesans, chandeliers to thy gods & wake imperium o' night, doth raise glasses, affluent rich poison, thy war waged such dominance o'er dissatisfaction.

Lives, semblance, mundane minefields, usher sadness upon tattooed flesh. Undergrowth such dense macabre & wireless wire like commands respect blood torn barbs, tears crimson, barbed wire gods falleth thy floor dead leaf.

For dreams cometh akin derelict car washes, gifted finality, thy tepid tranquillity & stillness doth whisper ghosts upon once treasured brushes.

Oh, what loss! Mould & decay glass walls, memories held o' shining automobiles going as to where insensate chrome doth always follow, ready doth unite thy chassis again.

Familiar back stairs doth beckon star lit dim & paint chipped spiral doth lead aloft. High above it all & out unto the white room, its solace halts as peace washes over & we drift, for tranquillity so rare elsewhere.

However, stripped boards layeth afore until this place, this moment & now silence, warm waves doth come & truly enshroud.

Tear drops, now what vinyl changes o' you, my love? Is it amber night's cooling asphalt calleth out inaudible to such an extent?

For you, lost so long till finally only shadows whisper, doth form darkened bedroom walls & as blood drips from your lip, fingers point across empty stained bed, doth ask thy toughest question, for who are we really?

Everyone doth ultimately remember once purest arms o' wrapped upon soft, gentle warmth around a grace ne'er forgotten.

Finally… Lowly alone, far, as we lost our way. Steps that somewhere went that one day, that one moment doth remain deep within for us, a fine & polish hue.

Oh! Valour, how these fears a tumble dryer to thy breast, thy cobra twisted dry earth neath stars collide. All applied glass paper dismayed thy ever overwhelmed soul.

For today's arrière, last squeeze o' toothpaste doth spread afore, darkest ruination doth foretell within concentric riddles. Devotion only writ steam upon cracked bathroom mirrors.

Such unmalleable questions we doth ask. O' eons whereas hope slowly vanishes betwixt horizons, doth return, having far too strayed away thy Raven Elysium.

'Tis time, juncture o' secrets & rhubarb popsicles doth dissolve. Age immemorial discovered how once stood, thy fall o' battlements kissed cold titanium mouths, our neon eyes, breath WD40. How we doth bow robotic humanoids, all outstretched wiring & synchronized hands.

No more grandiose. As we doth walk today, weighs & waits upon history disposed.

For upon this floorshow dust o' old news, sweet wrappers, empty plastic tubs, dirt brittle but ne'er to decompose.

Bastardized graffiti all spread ahead akin narcissist codes, car paint worlds afore thy tumultuous rhythm.

You see my love, this chipped nail varnish, all bitten fingers could hold shapes o' gods within reach & yet still, She appears settle upon my breast.

How so lost? Swapping magnificence for complex hieroglyphic encryption. VDU screens for screams. Thy mice-powered microwave oven, cheese doth gentle melt, doth squeak wheel o' such raging resolution?

She doth turn to me starkly, scent o' Patchouli. Her white sheet afore pleasant cool sea o' azure ultramarine. Hold thy breeze salt serene upon unhurriedly glossed lips & butterflies.

Lest today raise a toast, psalms, Grandmothers embalmed wildflowers o' youth detained thus cut glass orbs ne'er fade.

Clear crystalline solid illuminates, luxuriant doth waken our psyche. Our Innermost voice, a voice doth silent weep all we have done ne'er having ability to decide.

Finally… now doth fall reason, vindication. She doth whispers, Oh! Goddess, enchantress desolate. Her black cowl emanation, footsteps upon a vast adulterated landscape whereas thousands doth lay dead unidentified dying.

EMS faded sirens salute the breaking dawn atop ICU.

Set within mere wristbands & here seated the antiseptic waiting room sheer beauty coated dried blood & the girl with arms around, wild horses cannot drag her away, for that love doth shine such a beacon upon plastic chairs.

Let our tears now awaken imperium of night, our star entwined cast upon polished sterile floors. None doth glance around here, all doth stare their shaking hand & floor, as if just impossible being here.

All bow… Lest us salute thy dead & dying equilibrious, for incongruity doth limp here, this island,these missing Dahlia. For nowhere hath such consequences than this ward.

All thy fluid bodies, a mascara smeared sermon intrinsically woven unto these crimson stained Hospital sheets. Around doth run those who know, those blue scrubs, lanyards & exhausted eyes.

'Tis She, attired in an evens odd footnote, different socks & clothes, presently silenced.

How nails painted o' another life, another universe.

So many voices raised feel numb & all desperate find a pop-up instruction book, “how survive these dire times”.

Such need hyperborean oxygen doth drive dew distanced outside. High above maelstrom, elixir doth rise atop it all, such ice-cold semi normality.

Without thought, head doth fall back, rain doth moisture spot my humble pale face & doth scream akin ne'er having screamed afore.

All thy phantasms! Her regal dominion, for She calleth forth, doth flit draped chiffon o' her ice-white porcelain, eyes closed, make-up pales her lips.

This hurly-burly, darkened life cabaret & She doth raise a crystal chalice to caliginosity within. Those irretrievable optics, deep black pools doth drown lithium stars.

Conflict how waged o' angel's semi-darkness, thy o' psychotropic adventures, slick crow feathers, mere shadows doth call, such dominance o'er languid sun.

'Tis here seated, doth peruse delineation o' preliminary design. Psychedelic crystalline bottles, all silver coins, gifts a journey o' eons doth offer the Ferryman, all souls distributed.

Eons taken a war waged solace o'er banal & boron semiconductor ecstasy.

All hallucinatory escapades.

For I have seen the future Ulysses! Semi-detached chambers o' hooded figures, faces lowered doth bear witness all decayed spaces o' thy thrice carbon-copy abandonment.

Finally…'Tis thus caliginosity dappled circumstance, the conjuror cometh aphotic stillness & how She doth whisper, all eidola my friends, doth hold a gloved hand upon universe's remote control.

Ghostly bridal attire o' long lost one hundred years arrière pensée. True loss, hundred eons doth pale thy dress irradiance.

My love, shineth a thousand translucent moons, for truly what are we but lax phantoms o' memory, all doth flit emotes & motes drift unto the mechanism.

Luxuriant foundation, No.7 blusher & mascara.

O' war paint enough sinketh bloodlines, the white Russian cocktail.

Hail thy black & silver squared division, all remoteness & doth outreach ivy, growing around our ankles & toes.

For here thy reach o' god's horizontal horizons doth dwell silver nights & doth hold pale skin away all five quadrangles.

Here Smartphone's crumble to polymethylene dust in hand & doth walk path o' eyes, an unseen o' acute waken hours.

Heralds all witnessed kaleidoscopic bruises upon limbs & dreams doth hateful spin pirouette.

These aeons, died infinite, thy quest each must behold through correlated glimpses. Lovers within déjà vu assay, stood upon the infinite galaxy awaiting thy silence o' galvanic, voltaic ferry boats.

What four stops away encompassed from & to, yet all arrives entwined thy bed & deluxe fellow chaos. Turquoise eyes doth offer banners unfurled, a perambulation o' our blessed & formidable.

For yes, 'tis our time, the ancient rulers' spiritual vacuum, forever reborn anew forefathers ne'er forgotten.

'Tis stillness we beseech for to hear through this void our former selves, today daunting static upon the wireless, for this is far from over, not now, a tempestuous never.

We honoured few, enough to bear witness once sumptuous grand palaces o' beautiful shining things, upon sheer velvet to thy very soul.

Now crumbling o' such chrome, glass, elegance statement, thy death o' fine department stores, their chrome & glass finesse cast asunder, a loss o' peace luxuriant.

All Classification cannot put our dreams together again, for once, transfixed opulence gentle doth hum o' baby oil & air conditioning.

Audited fingers whereas 'tis at hand, for only turn o' crisp notes, a monetary extravagant doth embrace & you have arrived & at last belong.

Finally… For 'tis humble how continue falleth, downward all lined exemplification, a scorched row o' rhododendrons doth hide a subterfuge. Love doth ensconce & how we proceed frightened now upon thy chequered crumbling stage.

Our sentence, thy Deific Imperatrix, thy veil sombre out o' nor west potted Heliotropes beyond slighted shoulders.

Thy razor wire voice Imperatrix, She doth speak & 'tis as if consummate euphony drifts thy ether within o' mother pearls thy black bodice.

Empath rattle amongst godforsaken wind, tumbles across the shale o' dead bones, murmurs deep thy sanctified Heliotropes.

How long doth thou prevail upon the thallus, hath blood cruor mixed leaves o' death & there, she veiled stares out across mellifluous drawn valley.

Deific Imperatrix 'tis, but three paths veils upon cathedra she confides, their ornate cast iron doors rusted. Adorned ciphers, secrets only enlightened the third day afore ourselves born unto this world.

'Tis o' tears, die all besmirched bones thrown o' sterna.

What o' paper made birds deific, for She who doth limp echoes o' prolific ascendancy.

Ask not conceivability & held tight o' unfurling thrice goblet but for psychodramas, fresh wood shavings played damp, out only whim o' anachronistic manuscripts.

For within thrice paths dark peat underfoot, clematis scent o' our destiny riseth stark silver screened moon, low misty night sky.

A polished hue, dreams illuminating all doth hide abaft.

Heliotropes, ivy & jasmine creepers entwined thorns o' white rose & what thou doth matter 'tis not burden o' the steps, no, 'tis self-perpetuating veils.

Finally… Deific Imperatrix cathedra, a cataclysmic floorshow o' our souls. Slow footsteps away, this melodrama formed a meritorious.

'Tis mercurial thy Tarot stacked & doth take me here, flesh & blood & bone arisen whereby, whereas Scions o' Sun & Moon doth danse macabre.

Shimmering falleth open fire grate upon all thy Crystals gathered thus. Hierophant, desire atop thy Tower, all white unspotted lilies doth frolic porcelain & adrenochrome spikes.

'Tis invariably such pale grace lost irredeemable, thy tween keen-edged aluminium assay. Slow unturned Hanged Man, an odyssey most chimerical foretold o' psychedelic xylene.

The Hermit doth lay bloodied branches & basket weaved.

Thus deep stung unto mother earth. All witness through intoxicating ethereality.

The window pane lashed rain this darkening twilight. Candles frolic their light upon crimson painted walls.

Thus, atop caliginously firm baize, well thumbed o' bespoke thickset Tarot cards, each foretelling predetermined unfailing predestination.

Thy High Priestess presented, hands steady, unshirking whilst turneth thy dark obscure Tarock.

Oh! Wait thy Fool, 'tis upon thy corner mirth turneth thy primordial Otter, fidus Achates, whose fur o' onyx & doth lay upon his back juggling planets, the Moon XVIII. 'Tis brilliant nebula within outstretched dexterous paws.

'Tis always thy Tarot doth take me here, my flesh arisen where Scions o' Sun & Moon doth danse macabre. All thy seated cavernous, doth join me this ancient nocturne, after hours.

Outside water trickles & sting o' lavish thorns doth grow densely entwined.

'Tis time thy Three Cups, all shattered unto celestial Orphic underpass.

Thy cards doth offer up chasmic apocalyptic thrones scrawled here. Prophecies remained inescapable, all clandestine, the Empress carried disarray Her vivacious account & doth always diverge upon Her beguiling Archer.

Fortune conflict entangled o' wheel, & doth witness blank faces doth whisper o' chronology before hands before time.

Thy prophesier o' distant narrative across brightly painted key-card doors, such radiant egress.

Finally… Major Arcana, Love & Death shadows, wild carnivore coitus betwixt adjoining spiritual spirals, soft beds thrice adopted, all desirous, chambré lovers.

How seated thy voice, stifling shoreline, sheer lightening, liquid amber titanium upon thy eyes & sea doth guest o' maniacal storm goddess Tempestas.

Her o' fingers voltaic rage doth illuminate sombre sky, Her narrative o' vigorousness forever, unequalled unvanquished therefore eternal ballads betwixt fear anthems o' Her.

Lest collected from mouths o' mariners subsequent 'tis consequently mortal coil doth quiver, all hence akin dead silver fish lost to a gun. A tidal barrel entwined a seaweed coastline.

Lest now spool ladles wrathfulness doth holler, screams & howls be heard over all. For 'tis o' eons drenched abyss, o' maddening battles over enthusiastic gull antecedents.

Lines lime cordial crossed, doth offer sides o' dishes hot tasty. Salt chips & vinegar cones, this gladiatorial extravaganza macabre & not a bloody ketchup sachet insight.

Encompass my Love ferocious gale force squalls, terse hieroglyphics doth upon swiftly closing gift shops.

Such is 7Up spilt righteous firmament, thy shades o' magician's hat.

How we doth stumble unto a vacant oceanfront shelter, kissing wildly, & oh yes! I can taste rain & salt upon thy lips intune storm's vehemence.

Finally… Our clothes tight, wet o' thunderstorms dislimn & shed swift with goosebumps & hard nipples in hand.

O' wild incandescent, for we paid no mind nor care, be it naked or no. Tempestas heady air, for 'tis now only lightening doth flit our pale, tremulous flesh.

Thus, ice-cold tingles thy feet & fingertips. 'Tis o' chequered bonnets, I, doth envisage day's hurley-burley intertwined a rudimentary judgment lofting a theatrical prognosis.

I dwell in particular Four-Star Hotel Empyrean, my Thursday executive business trip, once embraced, now doth increasingly vex me.

For 'tis sandwiched betwixt coherence & lucidity, 'tis akin, selling buoyancy aids & time-share condoms, all entwined atop a multiplex movie theatre.

Encompassed those who doth, left-hand click how surf Internet boardwalks answering dilemmas enmeshed sunrise code o' candid truth, “'tis what it is”. I find one eye staring out nonchalantly, but… Just what is it?

Thus blades whirl a ceiling fan & I cannot but philosophize, who installs arched roof fans, these brass & walnut guillotines o'er bedframes?

Surely 'tis awaiting the scene akin Saw Movie, young couple embraced interlocked a torrid bed & oops! Down cometh gyratory fan, Humpty & all.

Luminosity gray doth exude out across a New York skyline, betwixt French Napoleonic blinds. To the best o' my discernment consciousness illuminate doth crawl o'er primordial double beds, doth respire life, 2nd stage Homo lesbianism.

For bed hiatus, inanimate territory o' lovers gone irrecoverable.

Hail, for Death doth ride thy Q Train, the contemporary war zone.

Sheer amorousness, a tryst crushed tortuous neath weight o' Homo sapient mortal labels & elongated expectations.

Thus, my unparalleled parking friends, each uniquely diaphanous. Such myriad o' erratic fragments racing life's distant horizons, doth collect pieces as doth slow arise, inimitable.

Finally… mirrors stained doth stark reflect visage from a bygone era & I fear 'tis mine still holdeth that pale chainsaw forlorn smile.

For eons cometh since She & I doth prognosticate that dawn break upon Her threadbare carpet vert & whilst She journeyed far & wide, smouldering pursuance.

As for I… still oxidizing passports, all pending thy clinical volte-face, thy outlying neon incandescent suns, coded dextrose mini bars.

Hath proffered thy kerb side & tissue. What hope doth thoust portray? Thy dust, abandoned wheel hubs, mascara tears slide black as rubbish bags flutter conversely.

Why such suffering? Such is life heralded amongst supple bodies. thy piquant ruination, sex reinforced each o' authors o' ballet; a catastrophic danse macabre, this marble statuesque choreographed choreography.

Each doth set dramatization & oh so much complexity, o' lies our bastardized this wherefor, this horde.

We never who, we truly are. Soot blackened chromium. Thou life, once soared, resplendent amongst doves raised to thy aquamarine sky.

For sluice gates o' tears. I scream to be heard at all why ne'er control our materialness?

Our once intoxication accompanied amongst the brightest things, 'tis not just concrete, glass, bricks & mortar polished all beguiled "things".

For all we're portrayed, thy mort o' all those thrice enshrined sacred sprites. Times o' gentle Robin & Winnie, alone again within meander o' polished loss

For now, doth make memories o' mere traffic lights. Time bleeding o' what can be remembered o'er truly what cannot.

Savage scalpel cuts upon flesh never destined to mend.

Polysemantic names doth sting, nor changeth within bloody tissues accumulated

Asepsis abstractly, too easy judicious hath this moment 'tis present o' seen through gauze, faint as dragonfly wings.

Oh! What witnesses our demigods, endeavours undone within cooling o' time, our scars robotic with their arrival, thus parked in a row, broken.

'Tis circumscribed doth tread venerable footsteps, savour o' skin hath spectral metamorphosis.

Flit naught but archaic antecedents.

Ye olde strip joint, love striven o' chipped paint & hath each o' LA predetermination. A Ruination known too well betwixt encircling asininity.

Finally… Taste o' Bourbon wormwood, sensitivities & issued all a receipt for it.

'Tis eerie shadows doth move, a surprise as She, feline layeth next to me, limbs placated each heralds erstwhile dead o' night.

Again velvet risen, deep slumber candy morning, all from stifling erotica.