November 17, 2016

D-Day

The day was dripping with derelict diversions
dangling in front of our deceitful hour.
Dismal and dour
desirous for power-


What is this?


A different direction,
A drifting dictation,
A disdain for dejection.
Diminishing deprecation.
The determined disintegration
the definitive dead end
of this diet of desperation.


It begins with dutiful dreaming
A deceptive deviation
from this downtrodden despair.


Dominant in our devotion,
must be the decadent denial
of this disastrous deception.


Done with dread
put it to bed
down with your doom,
detained in a room,
walk away
walk away
from this dreary dead-end
tomb.


Define your own delicious delights,
delicate in their development
dropping diving deep
determined diversity
digging to discover its dimensions.


double
double
down.


dizzy
dizzy
deep


Dissing doubt.
the details dingy dim and dark.


Dance in your desire
Dance with your desire
and declare your day done

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