Rage of a Languid Hunger
By Peter Scott
Eyes glaze over
Coverings of synthetic fiber
View symmetry
Barely previewed
Then meant to flirt
With desires of a different summoner
Staring again
The eyes of an enemy in cloak
You watch
Nearly every secret met
While they praise your perversities
With silent sedation
Or ignorant comments too true
They echo for hours
In passage paths and your bowels
Exciting in uncommon ways
You are oblivious to house rules
Defining personal perplexities
And definitions to suit unbalanced behavior
No text to be studied
You laugh at your own humor
Flash messages little read
Which do not fill the hole
Neglected
In fact
By less drama and greater need
Of self
You never ask
Never know
For certainty would mean twisted looks
To a disease you know
Is normal
More affluent than supposed
And less severe
Utopia's rolemodels
Amount to a pile of ash
Dark
Unknown
False in content
With a piece of larger surrounding
Ill-suited in its present system
Of fallen architecture
Dropped with a sudden thud
You hide beautiful relationships
Blame their appearance
On misunderstood males
To your unexpected friends
Who arrived moments ago
Startling you
With hands of sticky incrimination
There are feelings of inadequacy
Emotions of cold lust
Trapped in a bottle
Clouding the walls
Of proper judgment
A query is posed
In confidence and trust
Maybe a dare
Sabotaged for loss
Giving you an opportunity
Blanketing the warm with cold
To fill the imprint of vivid memory
Experience of the ultimate dream
Touching a common base
Of security
Taken over by powerful needs
Your guilt enhances the touch
Slowly at night
Covers drawn aside
In a pale moon light
Presumed innocent
Resting by a friend
!All you needed was a second of contact
A true friendship
Eluding consent
You tasted a sweet aroma
Manipulating supple ground
While the mirror you stared at
Dreamt of a diner and a car
Her boyfriend
Violating a natural trust
Assumption it wouldn't end this way
Or feel that way
Hands contracting
In unison
Crushing a bright
Happy reality
And a scrap of paper
Reporting the sad story
Telling why
A black haired girl
Was convicted of golden locks
Between her teeth.
