Lecture

I try to drop the cold conjecture
Tell myself it won’t affect your…
…disposition. Do I listen?
Not if it connects your mission…
…once again to mine.
And that’s a fine, if bitter fantasy…
…that shatters every atom. See,
…the adamantly, aggregate, emphatic addict that is me…
…is prone to be a Dexter:
a macabre, and dark collector.
And I know I can perplex your…
…need to see a certain view,
…but curtains drew and did direct your…
…skewed attention – which, though once was warm,
…was torn beyond commensurated mourning
…for the longing turned forlorn
and so a scorn was born by morning,
and then measured more by some deformity
as if destroying all my hope would be a warning or protect yours.
I just wanted you know me.
I don’t need another lecture.

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About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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