The Month of March

The dreams based on bliss call me
back and forth between edges
both freezing and melting
between your hips.
This aesthetic monstrosity
spitting in the face
of my own holy war
against ugliness and comfort.
Oh, to be content with regularities
without the absurd making
the real feel unreal.
I rage against this new reality
gasping for unsung air.

[Written December 2nd, 2016]

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