Haven’ts And

My attention spans centuries of promised lands: I danced, entranced, with Amazons once; once I haunted shipwrecks sunk by sirens and ship captains drunk; drank absinthe for black magic done in a porcelain bathtub; rubbed the magic lamp entranced by love and subtler mild drugs; did not apologize or start to blush when I would keep the search because the promises weren’t good enough! No one means a word. They’re decoys to distract and bluff around the fact that there is nothing more important than the love of self – who else? I mourn the wealth I’ve spent with trashed receipts under car seats – I spend with such exquisite ease I swear I’m a poor Roman emperor misplaced by time and space (you could be a Roman goddess when you wear that face). My attention spans centuries of havent’s and forgets to tell me where I am this second.


~ by perfectionatrix on February 25, 2012.

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