Hurtful balmy night

“The Green Paint on the Walls Clouds my Thoughts of Flying Planks of Wood, Much Like the Elephant Impaled on the Hood of a Lincoln Town Car. Blood Covers One, Paint the Other, and Love Covers You.”

“I would beg to see your arms raised in calcification towards the expanding horizon as the minutemen stand before me with their phallic gums aimed and loaded...”

“Your aquiline senescence implores me to generalize within the relms of a starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the Rhine.”

“You move with the eloquence of a fiery wall of disintegrating fuselage.”

“Softly seething, surreal breathing..
Ignite the cannon with sphagnum lanthum..
Laud the armies of diphthongs with your superannuating Diphtheria..
And I will ever be your combustive tablature of igneous geometries.”

“Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul.”

“Get off the meds.”

“I should welcome flagellation by your ovoviviparous torso.”

“Oh how my pathological scar desires to read poems through the ruddied girth of your soul!”

“Your mucuous membranes glisten with the glow of forty-seven burning violins.”

“Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of blue as a healing bruise upon an injured forelimb”

“Your fingers are as divine as the pope's nostril hair”

“The seared runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous cardinals setting a spanish villa ablaze!

Oh heat of tortured night!

Oh Balm not yet of my spirit!”

“Your eyes flash upon my cathode ray flesh in a manner that propels my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux

And at long last

I sleep”

“You'll get some tonight for sure!”

“yaaaawwwwwnnnnnn...”

“I hope you don't awaken!”