this next chapter's in italics the ambiance is violins, insinuating sirens subtle as violence, incinerated in silence cuddled in time when, time was, an afterthought after all, laughter calls, & catapults, the youth within till collisions, filled with euphemisms, break through the skin where to begin my iris drifts within a pseudonym taking pictures of chics with poems on what i wanna do to them & say & such then say good night, never good bye just stay in touch never could i, sever a tie, even when i'm, instigating orphaned today; still i love him, not hate him not at all convinced that i ain't him intimidating, from my candor & manner, to how i philander still i, 21 gun salute him semper fi', big guy; see you when i die you, mom & i'll, reunite at the family reunion i guess, God knows what He's doing not always convinced fact is, that's sacrilegious like me, when you see Him, just ask for forgiveness & tell mom i miss her; then hug her & kiss her