have you heard the sounds of ocean- liners against the derailing cacophony of plymouthean waves? i was once but a mere student of all, but all was too much for such a simple-ton and temptation led me to become godlike in a manner that led to delirium -- delicious and lascivious.

"i want what i want when i want it"
as of this moment, i want you: now. i want you un-burden'd by clothes or morality; i desire you lustful and tempt'd --
for truth

for enigmatic translucent epiphets
that loosen the pressure of your legs

for vile mis
understandings that lead to volominious arguments that culminate in temper tandrums deflated by the promise of bawdy transgressions against godalmighty

for aromatic evenings in which you are not you and i am not i and the w-hole hubbub is merel-y fragrance in frenetic cache

for erronious depictions of what tomorrows and tomorrows and tomorrows promise in lilted tongue and broken speech

for broken disjoint'd sessions of love-making made with a strong absence of love