T'was an underwater library
Holding my breath
I swam inside a nook
barely time to read a book
Then I needed to swim right out
The librarian has gills and steel boots
Some of the readers dive tanks and suits
They can go much longer than me
Each time I go back up for air
The thumping fear reverberating my spine
Am I running out of oxygen
Or simply phillistine
The prom is happening tonight
A moment in time will bring everything together
You will never feel the same again it's now or never
In the mesmerizing movement of youth
the locomotion of youth
The flurry and the blur of it
The geyser like excitement
Moving tectonic hormones
The prom countdown
Waiting for the hour to strike
You and the friends to arrive
momentous doesn't begin to describe
The prelude the sudden acceptance
The sudden permission
where in the past everything was halted
everyone dressed down
But now you dress up
you color the show
You live forever in two hours
you create a short album in your head
That you'll keep until your deathbed
When the venue no longer exists
half your firends forgot their own names
Yes prom is all that matters
Limerents sweet folly
What an instinct bent and turvy
It was Dante's Beatriz
not quite my cup of tea
But he wrote the Divine comedy thinking about her
Pining and grinding his internal organs enthused by her
External organs perhaps even more rigorously
Supercharged by her delicateness and scent
All infused with that kinky self conjured sorcery that gives way to...
A hole of such emptiness and desolation man has no vocabulary to even hint of it
Upward and downward spiralling after the inital brash vexing Euphoria
The obsession kidnapping his heart and extorting his brain
You knew it was real by the way he portrayed lust
Yes being thrown to the wind directly upward no control
The empty void where the sky should have been is the same one inside of you
You are taking a bath in it, drowning in it, the highs murderous highs
The lows insane beserk eerily creepy the unstable and hot then freeezing
I am a winner
I wake to my trophies
Which I've used to hold flowers I've recieved
Now dead rusty and ready for fungus
I've hung keys and earphones on them
Some of which slip down into the water inside
what could be construed as the stomach of the trophy
I'm a winner as my alarm clock goes off
My stomach feels like the trophy
half full pretty hungry for lost items
I wake looking for the light switch
my hand fumbling in the darkness
I'm a winner and my left eye is glued shut
Still asleep and not opening anytimes soon
I clamber clumsily crashing through my accolades
Dead flowers and water everywhere my keys and earphones nowhere to be found
Floating horses carried waterbodies in their mouths.
The river it was toxic and had become wider
Mountain rainfall had spread it across the land
all dank and petrol black
A maiden guided them with her soft voice
It calmed them and helped them swim straight
Through the kind of current that would have swept any man away
To the area of dry land where a house and promise of accomodation stood
Until all this filthy water retreated back to it's original margins
New york is all blue and melting
Oh yeah sure you got the hudson
You got central you got success success
But in the center of town people died
I don't know if you care but there was a huge gas leak
At least sixty turned fluorescent blue
Investigators came to save them all
gasmasks and fancy documents
Miracle workers came to save their souls
Raise them from the dead if possible
But their puffy ripe bodies weren't alive
Just farts pushed out of a rigamortis clenched colon
gas poisoning you're welcome
She'd dream of owing a season's luxury clothing collection
The tit for tat and quid pro quo of the world a little hazy to say the least
But vanity conjures a sexy blindess a humble attractive impediment for logic
Vanity in men perhaps twice as abhorrent, vanity in women more refined
The young twenty nine year old Luana just wants to dance, to be seen
The eyes massage her fastflowing deep need for self absorbed validation
Fertilizes that noxious sense of hubris and secret entitlement
The twenty K allowance rides zero before months end
Beauty expences, the make ups and overs the Botox and organics
Always cutting into the basics puppy eyed before her older partner
The ideal "I look good for me" zero carb breakfast
The patriacrchy is definitely keeping us down
His lousy sugar daddy prenup allowance cap
She sacrificed missing out on true love for this crap?
