[Delight in Delirium] a poem

Adore who you are,
I too, who you are,
in this moment,
a sophisticated shape sharing a joke
& smoke on the stairs,
the lady with an ear for Jazz &
a mind for me Together,
we are a gather,
alone,
lone drones flying low to
a riotous earth much too
starved to pass up an assured
meal-
delirium decides,
chaos drives,
a delighted flush to the face,
leaving all blurs that never
knew what should be known



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [AutoErotic FatalitieS]