i promenade through passages <br />of crusted, concrete memory <br />and revel in plasticity <br /> <br />the silent, satin shackle <br />that binds my heart absurdly; <br />ingratiates my privacy <br /> <br />our mutual psychoses <br />festooned in stately pageantry; <br />liberates my lethargy <br /> <br />in tilted shades of <br />symmetry...I relish <br />apoplectically <br /> <br />moments squandered <br />recklessly—void of <br />needed harmony <br /> <br />i lanquish—faded <br />aimlessly <br />intent on inane <br />ecstasy<br /><br />Kenneth Snow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obviously-2/
