a woeful whine

I never understood how an person could experience two emotions 

of any prominence

Simultaneously

When I experience an emotion I endure it to the bitter end

I feel it in every joint and extremity

c**k, thieves, and creepers

I feel it until there is no conceivable way that I could ever feel horror

Contempt

Disgrace

Rug burn on the a*s after furious, ecstasy throbbing masturbation

Any more than I already have

3rd degree burns turn to fourth dimensional abstractions

the bizarre

And I feel it like the vegetated feel time

I feel it as if I had not been home in ten years and had forgotten

The warmth of my father's azul eyes

As though the floorboards had kept silent in my absence 

Tectonic friction in the making til they croak feverish welcomes

Assailing me with hello

Hello you gigantic fiend

you sneak in the night

Ten winters since your midnight snacking

Good morrow on thee you contemptuous sulk from yesteryear

I feel it like  a seven point five gram psilocybin cubensis ego death 

Straight from Beelzebub's c**t

I feel it until God 

In His infinite empathy 

Cannot abide such terror

I feel it

Until divine intervention

Author's Note

Criticism and acclaim welcome