[Self-made Legend] a poem

I look back upon it; &
smile upon it, really,
ruffles & reflections,
far-out fetches, horizon injured complexions

A soul a-flame,
suffocating by smolder,
admit to nothing
& takes nothing, other
than life from limbs,
truth from whole-cloth,
peace through psychological terror

We’ve become the mysticism
of our legend,
the snake bite to Irma Blue,
stringent strings struggling,
winding wide for a bend
in the wind,
smiling on no longer us




Dontrell Lovet't
from, [AutoErotic Fatalities]