persona

persona

A Poem by Alex Vandool

That's the truth here, past there, right here, right now and never was nor could be...seen to be believed...fake...wait and wait and hesitate...control with silence...cold manipulate...stall...hide...set up...cheat...seek complete soul struck carnival of everlasting nothingness...darkish hollow sickliness...disgusting néant...appalling...repulsive entity...alien insanity...like bleak hole promiscuity...and silent cube disdain...change mask...smiley girly saccharine...the opposite of feminine...failed attempted genuine...ridiculous display...I couldn't stay in love with that...pitiful persona...so desperate to seek ghostliness...of kinds that banish loveliness through screeching deathly loneliness...the cause was violent selfishness...of gigantesque despair...she's on her knees so frequently...make up for criminalities...destroying lives in symphony...of damaged callous weariness...and voided personality...and secret blank nocivité...and hidden hurtful lairs...they lie...they try only for themselves...oblivious to another's pain...might shed four tears in fourteen years for all the hell they spread...out into that endless heart...of naïf postmodernity...survival in the beaten scene...this child-like continuity...a miracle past destiny...a diamond soul below...switch the face...new character...it's just the older one...the queen of practicality and glorious facility to walk on corpse and parity...act up...act out...display...this deadly exhibitionist...forgets to twist the argument...so laughably heedless...doesn't want or even need this...cares only for herself...and massive recognition...astounding like attrition...displaying sunk attention in finite tragic stare...I admire her willingness against the odds and frilliness of bouncing thrilled forgetfulness...and gagging bound intelligence for something huge and real...she's dreaming now of other times...again with pure abandon...authentic love and hatefuck moans...complaints of all that still could be...the hard life freed virility...away responsibility...to knowing sensibility...bang bang bang...bruise to bone...at home...beyond...affairs and flings...desire things...forbidden slings of soaking, baking liberty...steel arrow to your core

© 2018 Alex Vandool


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Added on December 1, 2018
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Alex Vandool
Alex Vandool

Paris, France



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A Poem by Alex Vandool