Depth & Love, Respectively

I honestly don't know which poetry section this should fall into, so if you don't think it fits here, please just go wit it.

Depth & Love, Respectively

6-28-05

The secrets of today die and hide
with me, in the summer of a bonfire life,
letting the chill instill me with Plato,
the follicle-sizzling cuddliness instilling me with the moment,
falling away from you around a flagpole,
hiding in my second-place destiny,
killing everywhere-else with a focused, pearly-rich mind.

Fall away from me,
because I’m falling (hard) into your softest place,
diving into your bosom-sea
beneath the succulent stars
of anti-anonymity.

I’m killing the saxophone, infinitely-drunk vibe
of the newspaper editor’s callused, discoloured self.
And I want to end your soulless belief-cycle,
on a daily-delivered realm
of elepthantly-textured newspaper page-sages.
and my microphone is crying
out-loud again,
in the noir night
of my brother,
loneliness~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~