The Governor's Proclamation

If I were not so frightened of death,
Already, I would be dead.

I want to be your fire. Put me out of heat me up with just one spark of flame.

No perfect world for unloved lust
you can be my chain
LINKING me to Utopia, or something similar, I guess.

The aroma of defeat rises off the surface of the page
corruption tasting sweet like
Monday; funday, Sunday, too.

Brash
for Murder
built on Novelisations.
Sensations
drugged by my stolen blood.
I saw the devil of
temptation, said,
spoken, written, or conveyed implacably.
Chalkboard drawings on his mirror
"Time kills more than War"

You are chasing double-sided buckets filled to the brim with soap.
Tigers, there! on your heels at last, my love!
Allusions, here, within your grasp, at last, my dear!
Rebellions Mutiny Bigotry
ARE
NOT
YOUR
CONCERN.

Whether weather can be weathered or whether it truly is conspiracy from the sky,
this class is worth my middle fingernail.

You never age out of conceiving
The Motherland, I swore by.
Books become the indictment for nights of chapter black as stone.