Yearning

A scratchy, raw
smoldering female voice
drawls
to a haunting
classic
american
standard
– these foolish things,
remind me of …

fleeting thoughts
of scintillating
silver summer days,
slipping
into crisp, then
biting nocturnal inertia
a morning chill
numbs blue bones
memories
of anesthetized
parisian hearts,
– familiar
dulled
resentments,
an ancient
perishing echo
of love’s
extincted melody

Porcachingao-
chian’putesqu’azzo-
mierdamiseria!

evaporating glimpses
of exanamite
smokey images
ebb & flow
pawing
at gnawing senses
of winter’s promised pull
toward
long & dark 12-week nights
of crystallized
frozen oblivion
– its callously
crushing cumbrance
never nearly
quite
as nullifying
as nurtured

Whenever
inextinguishable
yearning
of any inclination
foists fear
into the untamed
mutinous mind,
the heart suffers &
the body heaves,
in a symptosymphonic
feast
of joyless fervor

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