The Cheerless Cheek
In the Solitude of My Youth
in the solitude of my youth
with the graveness of the infinite future
buckling my knees
I picked up the pen
I found hands to speak
when the mouth was vacant
but the kidneys
and the deepest parts of my nature
were aching for the purpose of action
oh rhyme
oh reason
come find your lovechild
in the bosom of my thumb and forefinger
cradled with the tenderest affections
that a mad woman can muster
when flying through her index
are words never known beforehand
that seem to emerge from
things that never happened
these images pull forth all the longings
all the musings
the lust for madness
in the din of confusion
given path in the quest for completion
then a mere verse
the briefest phrase
becomes the most natural of conclusions
with the graveness of the infinite future
buckling my knees
I picked up the pen
I found hands to speak
when the mouth was vacant
but the kidneys
and the deepest parts of my nature
were aching for the purpose of action
oh rhyme
oh reason
come find your lovechild
in the bosom of my thumb and forefinger
cradled with the tenderest affections
that a mad woman can muster
when flying through her index
are words never known beforehand
that seem to emerge from
things that never happened
these images pull forth all the longings
all the musings
the lust for madness
in the din of confusion
given path in the quest for completion
then a mere verse
the briefest phrase
becomes the most natural of conclusions
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In the Solitude of My Youth
In the Solitude of My Youth
