Loving Failure

From pornographic screens I project firm breast
and smooth faces

Braggadocio of foolishness and sanctify it the 
coy of the century

Utter failures my god! In this lair I worship, evaluate 

confuse nothing with mystery 

taking in very little and making it all noetic

I chide not the emotion that brought me here but if I was,
blind and dumb a different emotion altogether so something 

this fall must take, or give

if it is as real as I speak It is as real as I feel

Remotes and immediate unhappiness put dust in the eye of 
almighty intuition

Tomorrow remains yesterday so permit me a night of clarity

if I will be back with tomorrow failures in the helpless groin rushed blood

to save and to bind, to destroy the breaker of my childhood heart 
but if it were reversed I would not be given the time of day

I have to stop, my loving failure have brought me to my wits end

It is pain when I smile it is pain when I say

It is pain when my questions do not seem to go away

I am making hay with a scorpion just close by

for your smile, I take a lot of injury to my pride

For your smile I damn it all and cast all pride aside

And when the thrill is gone and all my die is cast

I run back to pornographic screens to fill my imagination with another

in which I will back My foolish greed with 

All in firm breast foolish giggle smooth faces and

mirthful intuition

by
Victor Samuel