matted affection

aberrations flutter
along unclad lanes
of ego's course
warping
sliding
lunging
for affection's
grapple

the child without
harkens
to the man
within

"play with me,
daze me
with your
inaptitude for
mundaneness"
it croons....

the man,
hesitates
and bluffs
not knowing
whence the
phantom's urge
dawns

matted and salvaged
pleasures
aggrieved
and wasted
the colors bleed,
blend and intervene
from worlds
gone off their
axles' twist

are you dreaming
when you
walk through halls of
softened perceptions,
the billowing
swathes
of consciousness'
realms
pushing
nudging
wanting to intrude?

oh, the madness
it beckons
oh, the thrill
it teases
oh, the escape
it suggests

rivers splash
across the spirit's
horizon,
wet, exquisite and
liquous feelings
slide down
the mind's throat
replenishing
joy and
excess

"there there now devoidee,
you are emended,
charge off into
alternate repetitions
and savage
your heart's
appetite"