an august passion

an august passion for you.


a festering
mental voice
beyond a whisper
going in one ear
and in the other
a convicing immoral
conviction
as i recognize my
affliction
the attempts sometimes
may be forced
out of necessity;
faked, but not fake
by a longshot
my sure shot
its your shot
baring my mind
while you bear in mind that
all this is pumped out
persuaded
and jaded
because of a stroke
back in may.

i may never stop
who knows
lucky you
lovely you
see me through, seeing right through
a non existant fakey
even if the words
don't come to me so easy
or swarm me like gnats
i never fucking fake it
with you.