"I am .... Desarray A. and Desarray A is the walking oxymoron to cloud 9's achilles heel. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube. Americas Prom Queen, sitting in Black Barbies coffin. An ongoing social experiment, Jykell and Hydes stepdaughter. I decided to be like me when I grow up. A Brooklyn N.Y native, my words are lyrics to spoken word music. I have insanity, my insanity does not have me. I am Desarray A. and Desarray A. is me."

My Pen is spiritually identically mathematically statically speaking,
turning 21, exceeding its life expectancy.
Different from yours,
it is still ignored by the 4 doors,
by the dwells of imagination.



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Saturday, March 14, 2009

LIFE WITH SUPERMAN...


1.
Over cold cups of coffee frowns
Eyes dripping rims of bent promise.
Pulling the edge of my lips further down,
Subtle yet stinging, waking the warmth.
Unraveling the senses of purest intentions.
Concealed and bound, craving for something more profound.
Illustration, submerges with perfection.
I taught you
Equations of breathing, suicide rain easy to forget.
Tugging on tendons and back roads,
Was the scent of your neck swelling my liver.
Ineffable of affection, desired in all direction,
Cultivated to preserve the emotional perception,
Of deepest confession.
2.
The abyss of infinity.
This sexually unadulterated mental connection,
With whispers of surreal vacations,
As you enter my lips.
Lets our minds engage, the climatic altitude of nude,
The mental sensation of conversation.
Find the fine fibers of your imagination.
Your top lip cringes.
My bottom lip quivers.
3.
Wings, fly.
Chains, break.
Armor, tightens.
Skin, sweats.
Nothing was like when fingertips met.
Hollowed minds no pleasure within mental orgasms.
Instinctive,
Gasp of sweet surrender.
Time stabs penetrates.
Synonyms collectively play coy to words need said,
Simultaneously coexist.
I was your gentle innocence you fooled with,
Eyes dripping rims of bent promise.
Over cold cups of coffee frowns.
The sweet blunders of HELLO!