Why Teenage Apathy Has Reached its All-Time Peak

A boring into perjury,
some dialect of passion's anguish,
posted literally upon my wall for her to see.

My strange infatuation for the plunders
of diametrically-opposed horoscopes;

But babies born to nuanced turn,
receive a calculated sum
from archived books,
penned eloquently in my thirsty page.

Cusp of an elastic surgery,
trained like Chinese philosophers
in sojourn. Whose plates have shattered
when their daddies drunk;
rejoined their mothers' mischievous endeavor.

The marijuana leaf in Mexico;
two grasses hybridized as joint emulsified,
combusted pangs
becoming brute-force bang.

Pop-and-tug, coalescing into sweetly succulent
aberrant breath,

Should death itself distrust my fragments,
to plainly idolize the radio frequencies wherein I moisten,
tug, and synthesize a composition of enigmatic indecency

Folded in her panties is the hum of radiation,
to where Starburst and conjunction
or trapezoidal failure acquiesces.