Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The last thing I want right now



The last thing I want right now is to hear you
The last thing I want right now is to dream
The last thing I want right now is to drop
The last thing I want right now is to slither quietly
The last thing I want right now is to listen respectfully
The last thing I want right now is to perform diligently
The last thing I want right now is to drink hemlock
The last thing I want right now is to wither drearily
The last thing I want right now is to pass out willingly
The last thing I want right now is to linger unwittingly
The last thing I want right now is to pamper unmercifully
The last thing I want right now is to dredge the cesspool
The last thing I want right now is to defend the rest home
The last thing I want right now is to reframe the bedpost
The last thing I want right now is to untie the masthead
The last thing I want right now is to unfurl the curtainrod
The last thing I want right now is to mend the soiled sheets
The last thing I want right now is to swirl the majorette’s ribbon
The last thing I want right now is to splash in the refuse
The last thing I want right now is to meander in the forest fires
The last thing I want right now is to drink from the grail of sorrows
The last thing I want right now is to harvest the lingering lusts
The last thing I want right now is to torment the fascination within
The last thing I want right now is to foster the animosity
The last thing I want right now is to follow the footprints of the faithful
The last thing I want right now is to be strangled by the ghost
The last thing I want right now is to look through the venetian blinds
The last thing I want right now is to fall through the lint catcher
The last thing I want right now is to schedule a moment for you
The last thing I want right now is to paint a mental portrait
The last thing I want right now is to dress in mesh and turpentine rags
The last thing I want right now is to think of hard-boiled marmelade
The last thing I want right now is to stretch in the sty with your memory
The last thing I want right now is to tease the hands of Time
The last thing I want right now is to bathe in the saltmines
The last thing I want right now is to fling the foster children into the fire
The last thing I want right now is to slumber with the multitudes
The last thing I want right now is to ascend the parchments hidden in jars
The last thing I want right now is to see the ground below
The last thing I want right now is to philosophize on the merits of chairs
The last thing I want right now is to pull out the steps on the card house
The last thing I want right now is to drizzle the dreary documents of truth
The last thing I want right now is to freeze in the midst of mediocrity
The last thing I want right now is to defend the denizens of this or any other time
The last thing I want right now is to speak of anything or anyone
The last thing I want right now is to muzzle the rusted gates of your mouth
The last thing I want right now is to bathe in the blistering sun
The last thing I want right now is to harness the moment
The last thing I want right now is to undress in the restless closets of your memory
The last thing I want right now is to pummel the horse
The last thing I want right now is to question the maudlin troubadour
The last thing I want right now is to seek the bleached words of the turncoat
The last thing I want right now is to liberate the cream-lined cages of your pigeons
The last thing I want right now is to don the mantle of scrambling peons on the portico
The last thing I want right now is to scream to the sky that chains me here
The last thing I want right now is to dismantle the pocket watch of creation
The last thing I want right now is to reclaim the drainpipe trousers of your youth
The last thing I want right now is to document the synapses
The last thing I want right now is to educate the brilliant
The last thing I want right now is to gesture to the fetid unbedded teenage phantasm
The last thing I want right now is to careen off the juggernaut of sensual boredom
The last thing I want right now is to mention the serpent rouge
The last thing I want right now is to be initiated in the ancient mysteries
The last thing I want right now is to defend whatever it is I am
The last thing I want right now is to slowly know the oak-lined path
The last thing I want right now is to exude the pomposity of unfiltered thought
The last thing I want right now is to apologize for thighs intertwined
The last thing I want right now is to bellow in the token booth
The last thing I want right now is to strangle the mangling machine that scarred me
The last thing I want right now is to be knighted by the blind-eyed myths
The last thing I want right now is to kneel to the collective hope
The last thing I want right now is to take a number
The last thing I want right now is to break the tainted seeds of unneeded wheelbarrows
The last thing I want right now is to cast my bobber in the crippling miasma
The last thing I want right now is to drip down the sides of the lips of the lids
The last thing I want right now is to broil beneath the brow of the possessor of words
The last thing I want right now is to tame the goose while the noose hangs high
The last thing I want right now is to face the mane
The last thing I want right now is to hear the dreary words of a mountain trickle
The last thing I want right now is to thread the needless through the holes of space
The last thing I want right now is to dust the rusted wheels of the cyclotron
The last thing I want right now is to spin endlessly in the carousel of your gaze
The last thing I want right now is to attend the farmhand’s debutante ball
The last thing I want right now is to free myself from the mire
The last thing I want right now is to blame the Lusitania for my headaches
The last thing I want right now is to make change for my soul
The last thing I want right now is to dwindle the spires of the sycophant
The last thing I want right now is to bequeath the britches of a blood-soaked tyrant
The last thing I want right now is to lie silent beneath the marble
The last thing I want right now is to engage with the anemone
The last thing I want right now is to coddle the throttle with you on the brakes
The last thing I want right now is to draw the map of the inside
The last thing I want right now is to strike the serpent-staff against your temple
The last thing I want right now is to treat the uneaten portion as a formidable good
The last thing I want right now is to drain the pages of their wasted ink
The last thing I want right now is to allow the worst to occur on your watch
The last thing I want right now is to singularly worry about the impossible hopes
The last thing I want right now is to orphan the manatees of their sleepyhead desires
The last thing I want right now is to drown you in the frothy moats of mental instability
The last thing I want right now is to plan ahead for the tainted torment of talented spirals
The last thing I want right now is to gild the barn door with pamphlets of ample maturity
The last thing I want right now is to consider the widow in her morbid housecoat
The last thing I want right now is to lift the shiftless philanderer to the heights unknown
The last thing I want right now is to pull the arrow from your jugular
The last thing I want right now is to claim you from the dream I had
The last thing I want right now is to cling to any hand that offers to drag me
The last thing I want right now is to sustain any popular thoughts in those I contempt
The last thing I want right now is to have dreamt of the passionate fellowcraft
The last thing I want right now is to laugh at the troubling footnotes
The last thing I want right now is to drift into your eddy
The last thing I want right now is to strive to be anything
The last thing I want right now is to market the mouth of a meddling pedestrian
The last thing I want right now is to stroke the lambskin dinner plates in your cupboard
The last thing I want right now is to explain the feigned reasons we are here
The last thing I want right now is to rage against the pages of lost gospels
The last thing I want right now is to call off the talons and fangs
The last thing I want right now is to repeal an amendment to my cement mixer mind
The last thing I want right now is to cower below the square without my apron there
The last thing I want right now is to whisper the unknowable unspeakable name
The last thing I want right now is to violate the cryogenic stockades of pseudoscience
The last thing I want right now is to fill the jars with senseless acres of tapered logic
The last thing I want right now is to stretch my lips to grasp the enormity of your senses
The last thing I want right now is to drench myself in trench mouth streams
The last thing I want right now is to label the moments and stack them longwise
The last thing I want right now is to perambulate within the stated corral
The last thing I want right now is to arch into the position you designated
The last thing I want right now is to filter out the arbitrary aspirations of has-been nations
The last thing I want right now is to bleach the streams of stress that surround me
The last thing I want right now is to stagnate the seas that swirl within me
The last thing I want right now is to tangle the lines of the telephone wires above me
The last thing I want right now is to blanket the tankards of like-minded stowaways
The last thing I want right now is to monopolize the thighs of immaculate wives
The last thing I want right now is to lambaste the tasteless thoughtless thrashing test
The last thing I want right now is to grace the ozone with your hopelessness
The last thing I want right now is to pull it from the roots
The last thing I want right now is to disband the fragments of the fruitless fervor
The last thing I want right now is to announce the coming of the tambourine squadron
The last thing I want right now is to taste the carbide lightning rod of your blistering filth
The last thing I want right now is to want
The last thing I want right now is to not want



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