Lusting after vacuity
The silence of empty spaces
& the desperate eroticism of loneliness.
I find complications malevolent
& complexities a nine-level torture saga,
a sermon of my vilest sins,
so I lust for vacuity,
to breathe free in a vacuum,
deliver a monotonous eulogy
to a hall that’s blessedly devoid
of impassioned mourners.
Instead, a feckless crowd of inebriates,
their disdainful glow & seedy aura
bereft of compassion but vibrant with
the dead-end reciprocity
of the terminally resigned.
These are my people
& this is my lust.
Horror Sleaze Trash 