Each facet of your "Brutal: Each facet of your "Brutal Romance" (Eye-catching title. Bravo!) crackles with imagination, passion and prowess.
"My kiss is a twisted promise" Oh, yes!
"My joy is an ironic perversion" Nailed it!
"What feats of tender assassinations" Amazing!
"But I've always been
Exactly what you wanted
And never needed most" Got it! Blazing words.
It's always a pleasure to find a new post by you. I can count on being dazzled.
It's a huge honor just to: It's a huge honor just to have you stop by. Your very encouraging comment meant so much, and I enjoy reading you as well. Thank you, wonderful weaver of words, for your support.
Thank you. That and 1981's: Thank you. That and 1981's were the two most horrific autumns of my life, and they still haunt me to this day---even to still having nightmares from time to time. But thanks for reading and commenting.
With the falling of the: With the falling of the leaves comes that feeling of connections, not so much intimacy but its infrastructure breaking apart and landing where proximity won't allow. The separate paths thus continuing on in the succeeding cycles of being, another Spring but the same old feeling. Too poignant to describe. Thanks for having shared.
The power of the words you: The power of the words you have chosen, and how you have deployed them, radiaties off the page to a tremendous reading experience.
It would seem that gone are: It would seem that gone are the days of an honest day's work. It was almost impossible to get ahead that way and now it's getting impossible to simply get by.
It was a reference to a Rush: It was a reference to a Rush song from 1981. I suppose there are still a few pre-baby boomers out there that might be too old for the reference.