Traveling with her girl on a train

up the  coast in their best dress.

From a holiday on Gold Beach 

off the capitol city.

Traveling back to Albemarle City 

with breathtaking views of the sea.

There is one man in the car with them.

Enjoying all the view.

 

Well-dressed fellow with a look of 

no particular place to be.

But looking to be invited.

A single bed.

The windows facing the street.

And white tiled bathroom floor 

with a claw foot tub.

 

They smile and whisper looking at him

looking amorous at the duo.

To begin with grin.

The place to him and themselves.

I am the Metropolitan.

Evolution of man that rise a better

version of what driven me mad,

then understanding consumption.

 

Adapt to their embarrassment of riches.

There are those yet to savage like between us.

Love is free market.

They come out in number like the

pictures and the stories. G©

I get the spoils and what 

sequential from the layers.

Parting all there is to 

mix in the secretion.

Tinge of romance

and in exchange chivalrous.

invite me play nice.

 

They fancy opportunist.

Where he is and aint 

and up in arms.

She’s perfectly turned.

A trope I can impress on the pose 

as much as one man. 

 

I scrubbed the lonely from the place.

Still musk of it.

This garden is nightmare.

She sew impressed,

Sound of laughter. Music. 

Her most fetching. 

 

The arena is supine.

Charged element spoke to life.

Stages of admiration 

and denial run to frenzy.

I’m head and shoulders.

 

It turn burlesque.

A jagged fond.

Appreciate the macabre.

Lonely grow into conviction.

Repeat acts of wild 

in your dynamism.

Thrill of congress.

Age and time.

Affection and touch.

Kindness and light.

The longer the lonely

the loss of self.

Guided hand and reverence.  

The aftermath it kills. G©

 

 

Thrill in the foreboding

Magnetism to meekest of them. 

Is prescient which fright

your chest heaving.

To the sporting of them

I am the bane of the citizenry.

The environs rake and hiss false progressives

when summer swing of festival.

The boys are wilding.

 

Foresee I’m match with her pedigree.

Her high mind and the degrade to my face.

A slow moan to shriek of octave.

 

The lonely it echo.

A smile affable to baring teeth.

The grin is sardonic and my humble waning.

Bouquet of fatigue, sweat.

When it turn and eventual succumb.

The R.E.M. is real.

The R.E.M. I feel everything.

There is fete of which the fright commence.

It is point of order the nubile. G©

 

I’m living like she’s coming and I’ll be ready. With clean sheets. Blankets. Bath towel and wash cloth. A chessboard. Wine glasses. Music. Poetry. The bed will be warm the morning after. The breakfast filling. We start the day with the sun. The sweet song of birds. Sight of squirrels on rooftops. An oasis from your world. 

I’m the man for this cipher. Make time for me and your cellars filled with life. Imagine pain is fashion. Tell her sister siren. Cause Celebre. There logic in the role. I charge from the head. Before the source, was sound. A garden for everyone. To the house I’m most likely. I trade on third eye. She’s tossed in the quick. Impassioned guile and repeat. She’s ample and warm. Once more rollicking. Given wear and when. The order she trade on. She want from the all day parade of the macabre. The isolation and panic therein.

Social science of the modern rogue, I’m ordained. One night of festival into nights of game bird. The level of ours beyond material. She count these months as vital. A shared effort and sport. The culmination of the nightmare. Just the beast she need as guide into the wicked and the potential end. The all-day rain. 

Muster affection in the strange. Call for strange put forth. The strange consummate and the hour make the seek the more epic. She in pose contort the both of them. She draw from him in master stroke. I am  all the grit in the ----, almost volcanic. The iconic parkway and the market. And bewitch that cover the lack of humanity. The stop and stare kind of hunger distinct that wash over the senses. Purveyors of fat on parade. Account the strange in electricity. Cessation of graces. The craven what will, loose of the feminine. G© 

All Or Nothing

All or nothing in one

glance you be mine.

Appreciate the worldly female.

She push forth with the raw bit.

A world of girls.                                                                                                                                

Vineyard with bed of roses.

 

They’re in and out 

barefoot and light wear.

My smile sardonic

and she’ll never forget

thrill in the foreboding.

The lonely is dark.

 

I am the iteration of Bedlam.

Fool hardy.

Phobia and love in one man.

I’ve always been ugly.

I am these nights one

space to another.

Supine in pain.

 

Trade on that some night

your lonesome as mine.

Depth of the curious.

And the follies.

They drink and fight to pen

the death of the heroine.

G©

What for a man but her everything?

The Seraphic, she’s tall tales.

Approach the killing as first love.

Complimentary awe of bird of prey.

She present the spectrum

and you feel some way.

 

When it was hers to proffer,

testimonial ripple.

She’s demonstrative.

A study in excess

the night is fluid.

The romantic as in idealist

make you sycophant.

The sometimes damsel.

The best of assets.

 

What filter in the story of the villain.

Machinations move mountains.

The standard the ---- mind.

The sun rise on the vessel

and water into wine.

 

The rub is conviction.

The lure fresh face.

A thing to effort.

I carry a yen.

G©