Chapter 59: Water Rorschach

Water drops form Rorschachs
Embossed on the cloth
Patience stack
As you smile for the gothic
Taste you’ve chosen to embrace
Personally bound to your retrace
Of all the preferences you’ve picked
And all the good habits you’ve kicked
Purple hair and Edwardian dress
Guess my well worn tux won’t impress
I play with a plastic sonic
As you recite a half stolen sonnet
Drinking of a mesmerizing topic
As we move down upon it
Surrounding from every angle of discourse
Never choosing a side to endorse
Before ending your prose
Claiming it as if those
Pages you stole from
Weren’t mine to begin with
And though I’m never done
While my reality still has width
Enjoying your theft of ideas
And jasmine scented skin
Melancholy pleas
Enticing to new sin
As water drops from Rorschach’s
On the Edwardian cloth
My patience stacks
As you smile for the gothic
Taste you’ve chosen to embrace
Even as my fingers retrace
Your scars through fabric sleeves
My sonic falls as I seek reprieve
From the thoughts I’m always thinking
Almost as if I were sinking
Into the gray matter I inhabit
Loosing every good habit
To you, to me, to cyclical chaos
Reinvention and retention
An ending and a plus
Not worthy of mention
Water drops form Rorschach’s
Embossed on the cloth
My patience stacks
As you smile for the gothic
Taste you’ve chosen to embrace
Polishing disgrace