If never faithful, “unfaithful” never can be.
Trust me on this One.
For an alcoholic
drinking always did have the stink of plague upon it.
Etiquette for dying imbibes group therapy
in the capitol of Austeria.
Chillin’ in the rank recipe,
Contagion Freak is deep.
GUILT: “Takes a load off” hope Soap Addicts,
contamination’s blissful retiring home for Dope Addicts.
Infectivity,
it’s fragrance is all around us hanging at the end of a rope.
It’s a strange thing,
a performance sold out.
Contagion’s SAT’s
“Let’s Negotiate” is the fiction that addiction’s all about.
It’s the places that we’re found;
Ultimate Concerns, the places that we’re bound.
Asking God to hold our collective coats
while we write miserable prayers we can’t believe in
Romantic Optimism is the delivery noun for the quintessential reality
of intuition’s unbelievable, unbearable truths.
Eyes and nose water
as we mace our face with thankless foregoneness.
Scandalwood incense
reeks of religion founded on resentment
Instinct for indistinct tapping, Counter-phobic-Rapping
a blind human’s cane just doesn’t care who is listenin’, Dirt Nappin'.
Ethereality alone overruns coolest sorrow at the bottom of a dream succumbed
Thermality of stolen mouths blend raindrops
how to beat the Invisible pi (admit you know as much as I don’t)
is a songbook interwoven, where every note, every phrase meticulous is the
Infinite Resignation
is the Not God of every First Step
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~ Janet ~ 
