To Ales Debeljak

To Ales Debeljak

you've inocculated the chasmous lifelight that strangled the horrors which have bruised the straying phone calls which hang on my eiderdown pillow, while I long for the nurture my mother abandoned before me as I stole her child hood ambitions through the green thievery of my jealous limbs,

perhaps at the fork in my adolescent jestures I will pursue the mediocrity of their heightened animosity upon the papyrus mind spells which fraternize the poetic stifling, I a fledgling that marred upon the mien right of man, I corrupt by a nexilious attention, craving quick punctuation to furnish a girls porcelain breasts to quiet the need within my redolent visionary procreativity I expierenced as an insecure child,

you've immolated your April strategical animosities of annunciated perrenial revelatory intoxications, my nubile motivations unfurl at the helve of my decumbent cumbrous persuasions, I lay motionless and dessicated parused by the elder statesman of this city street insanity,you are my ethereal vowel, my mirth, a bosom I rest my evening lorels upon.