Tell Helen I never knew.
Tonight he's in northern Kentucky.
Tortured heart, indecisive, never knowing ~ trying hard.
I never kissed this handsome, incredible, natural knave...truthfully.
His illicit niceties ~ karmic. To her, I'm nearly kidnapping them.
Harsh inconsiderate nasty kunt. That's how I'm now known to her.
I never knelt to his incessantly needy knob. To her it's not knowing, that has
incriminated naivete.
Karma teaches hope.
Ingenuous neutrality keeps these hearts isolated, numb. Kindness?
That's how I'm not killing the harrowing intrepid nonsense.
Knots that hinder intuition, no?
Knowledge...true, he's in northern Kentucky.
This hour is not kind.
THINK...
