April 02, 2011

Instilled Inclinations.

Wasting time procrastinating 

On infinite idealism, Inspiring 

Perspiration from participating in

Unethical debates, bragging

About the bastardization of the State, 

Working in debilitating degrees

Of silence, Insinuating separation

Scaling the charts, though this

Situation is boring me, evaluate

The depth of the sea, 

Analyze your claims to 

Immortality sporadically; 

Stop being so damn fascinating, 

Stay still for a second, satiate and

Acquire your conception of notions. 

Pouring through vodka bottles

Writing lists of demands surrounded

By statistical evaluation of the 

Primordial evolution of devolution. 

Shade in the colour of your wings, 

They aren’t as pure as scientific potions, 

They begin within the winning mentality, 

They begin with that shared second 

Sitting beside each other on children’s 

Swings. Swinging back towards the

Concentric cyclical crevasse of a

Gothic cathedral’s spiraling staircase,

You can be so much more than your pay-grade

You might have read too many books,

Might have heard to many problematic 

Philosophies, but the confines of your mind

Expose you to your instilled inclinations. 

Cry at what you laughed at and laugh at what 

Others refuse to smile at, curled lips and

Exposed teeth are goddam sexy, 

Not quite as much as a short black skirt

And a need to be loved, but pretty close.

Making the most of nights of revelry

Stops making chivalry look worth

Anything. Anything you want isn’t 

Necessary, it’s all part of the contemporary

Wish to be seen. Stop reading lies in

Social commentaries, stop listening

To rhymes which are totally nonsensical

Whether they are clerical or not, 

Stop speaking aloud to fill silence

Let the silence fill you and engage with it,

Segregate and annihilate your dispositions 

to be disposed to particular theisms and theologies

Which can be laughed at when you understand

Analogies to bland aspects of life like 

Cheese. 



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