All this urgency to be alone,

incriminates me, inundating.

Arming me with emergency.

I am

an aquamarine watercolour

dream,

edging on the

verge

of

obscene.

A tattooed, poke & stick

masterpiece

cavalcade of

permanent ink.

Contradictory to

the notion that

everything

is fleeting.

I am overwhelmed by the

deafening of my own heart, that keeps on beautifully beating.

With my expectations bleeding,

I soothe my spirited sanity by

silently shouting at the unseen

that has me seething.

Dancing dangerously off-beat,

I march to my own rhythmic remedy.

Two-step maniacally between the melody,

of my own unbecoming elegy.

A eucharistic eulogy of Euphrates,

Ecclesiastical elegy of Heracles.

Aristocracy oft-eating Pedigree, 

overheating from the thirty-third degree.

Incapacitated by the ultimate finality of

an apocalypse that's nearing,

so what are you wearing?