STRAIGHT TO THE POINT

spawning with one who fawns

a friend so fond but far

and stars will never tell

if situations are right for bliss

or frights

contests or delight I might

as well summon the courage to

falter in my cowards heart

to stumble back-asswards in

to something worthy of farce

and once upon the table

words unable to be

rescinded or declined

we would recline upon whatever able

sending furious fables into

bitter warm nights

where once upon a time I was

unable to seek comfort from

the pyroclastic fusion of

bodies rocking eyes shut tight

I would again be able trying

cables of veins in minds that

split with fright and sounds

will crack horns will sound

the coming of

another tight

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