This was called Happy V.D. day but now…

it’s called Infatuation. It’s one poem that I am using to promote some old poems that me and my crew are calling the prequel to Digital Asylum (Still available for sale, just sayin’). These new collection of poems will be available soon, super cheap, tune in, same bat channel, same bat time kids…

Sequence of frustration
Rupture of spine spouts ghastly echoes…
-an erotic speech whistled through turtle shell
Bones we now sell
We live weeks behind public schedule
-complete but alone
Now we express our magical tendencies through words of silence
-not by pasting our faith to idle novelties