antagonised

i celebrate exuberance with guilt
of insurmountable proportions;
haul holds me to my belief
presumably extricating my conscience
bit by bit
dragging along scathed pathways
of bitumen scoffing act after act
of broken misconceptions.

i torture myself with pleasure
of disproportionate commensuration;
lifting high except to descend more
than gravity can absorb into groundless
landing of
fanciful parchment of knitted
attributes negating impactful thoughts
of discrete personal concessions.

i make myself happy with aggression
of through-the-roof-ly exaggeration;
lips wide unseen unheard untouched of
the perils in mutual exclusion
preparing for
eluded freedom alluding
precepts of unfounded notions
of mainstream affections.

i cry with forced laughter....