I laugh
to harness it. I break silence as therapy.
so soon
to die fever or alert and bashed his island while ruthless a private index—this
casualty by existence those calories as acid this force in arteries this
mixture bleeding; so convoluted so outrageous while black men carry leviathans;
those crystal remarks those imprinted responses while a man digs an essay to assert
but love; our reckless habits our famous silence at something terrific science;
abased so low or inebriated so low while nothing is working; to tell his psych
this essence in blood while a remedy might cause mania; this eight-ball I’ve
mentioned this miracle to sing or those problems so inherent; to assault his
mirror to yell and rant while Love was meant to slip ranks; this cut in
dilemmas where a problem issues to watch Love chasing anyone that might agree;
so thrown into you to aid knowledge through you to ask for something resilient
in you;
our battled
brains our oxymorons at koans and terrific frustration.
those
years wondering to see such kleptomania while she needed silence; this fool
screaming this feral succession at funerals blasted off of Smirnoff.
I laid
a crown at unwelcoming toes where love was sensed as deep weakness; but
a feeling we address but a zillion dollar feeling we possess;
so struck and lost
so abandoned and failing as grandpa a man distorted by hopes; those deeper wise
crafts those brave fair feelings at gates and taints while Love is there so
gorgeous. those stellar cries so beautiful and majestic so cerebral and dejected;
to die this lot those pillars made salt or pure resurrection for death was
gentle; this man with scars or those bars so inflicted while Love agonized and
transformed; those years it was silence or those years so vocal while I realize
never in sanity.
it
took life my paramour so sliced into pieces so delivered into profanity; those
longer ranges this wrangling phantom so close it hurts to kiss you; this rare
emotion so struck by deepness to love and adore while dying in the beauty you
love; our back fences this front gate while a squirrel is wiser than me; that
simplistic life those simplistic routines while I pine and deject as an abject
creature; too infused to let go or to crazy to see ice while glaciers grow and
fools freeze.
it was hell to
misguide us this sheer confession but it was too late once a child was born;
but I know for something trenchant this curse in woman to need his child and to
need those lovers; this terrible pencil those outrageous requests where a man
is abused in sharing particular women; to live in such uneasiness to become so
compatible a man might lose sanity upon realization; but more to you and life
in you where some things are too apparent; this man those deeds this man those
dreams where nothing was left off the table;
