OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI love the way you move like an angler fish

Proclaiming light in assist of predation


Spurious but nonsensical

I watch you scrap acrylic paint

From beneath your fingernails

There is something incapacitating

About your art, the way it arrests

The larynx and by default expression


There are ten steps from your door to mine

I wear them into my soles daily

You perpetuate my experience of humiliation

By always keeping your door ajar


I’ve glimpsed your heart red and buoyant

Like a semi-submerged apple

In an antiquated game

To taste your flesh would be preemptive

Of murder but whose I am not sure


You consume without love

Only those whom you can mesmerize.

There’s too much effort in nonchalance

So you wait, nudging my palate

With a sweetness that is not entirely synthetic

Given your avaricious attention to detail

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About shaysky

I'm very intriguing - message me and you'll know - (thinks to himself, "that must be more interesting than the last 'about me' I left"!!) - Well, I'm not that interesting, hope you like what I've written and if you do like it, please feel free to make a comment.
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