A Volt Betrothed Poem by Alexej Savreux

A Volt Betrothed



O, coupled hands applauding, the undesirable acquirements of smiles
In so far, in as, I am forgot, never is and nothingness.
Subjectivity in arrears! The lens is forgotten,
...the muse, as a volt and rotten beautiful being, rage
the repairings of objectivity strewn about the pages of hostility
o’er and o’er ag’en.
...But do not let that haunting haunt you...
The replenishment of syrup, a warmth around you, O City!
O falsetto! O, notes of lost youth and crossings used,
..rest and hatred overwhelms all resentments,
the passings and goings hating and hating and loving beyond Love
But ‘til then, the wax from the candle drips like a European tear...
Broken from the volts of a betrothed electric chair,
.....Sitting still, the magnetism of the left thigh,
The energies sifted, the opus opiated, psyched and embers stoked
fallen down, like downfallen amber, the ashes of a forgotten and misplaced loving lyre. Lyre entwined, shall be the entailing of disunion, and unions simultaneously,
Unbecoming goes pitiable sentient, the imperfection of all perfect ambitions come dead all too much, and all too, all of a sudden.

Friday, March 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
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Alexej Savreux

Alexej Savreux

North Burlington, Vermont
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