A day in the life of a wanton love child

SLOW MOTION #1

People pass by in whirls of discontent,

Or content, or whatever.

Smoke billowing disguises the need of

The watching eyes, believing in the need of the malcontents.

That said, whatever the flippant say,

They cannot erase the speech of the chosen

That defiles their empty love in gestures of

Abject friendship, forever forlorn and not reciprocated.

So leave this sphere of content, take your

Malevolence and your bleary eyed sycophantic love.

Because slow motion betrays your every whimsical

Breath of death of subelty and want.

I smile because I see beyond your shit.