Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Fire Leaf


some elements are broken, they can’t be fixed, where a desperate man tries harder; by ignoring physics, by cleaving to beliefs, while some hopes are ill-calculated.

I’m not a sycophant, nor a robot, while nightfall is turquoise-purple. those few events, as revealing essence, to conclude concerning resolution. this puddle of screams, this in-faced deliverance, or framed by impossibilities.

To meet so many versified in one person to then ask for normality.             It’s absurd!

The project is skewed. The tenets are entitled. To breed or creed or persons!

I hit a light, sudden into turbulence, so,
I sparked a cigarette.
I retreated, for the war was a decade, but I have it not to give.
the tint is heavy, the tinge is cold, and I can’t abort prose.
but what to honesty, while mirrors are murky, where a man might hate you.
so volatile in measures, so rebuked from life, where a person gives you nothing.
indeed, we charm ourselves, for everyone loves us,
while Sindy in neurology despises our guts.
but a drug, while functioning dearly, and fully sober enough to pass judgment.
where a man is an outcast, while
never for entrance, but it feels nice to reject him, anyway.

I heard a violin, so I turned to see, and
it was projection.
such lightfast years, prayed over fantasies, while
composing like something’s wrong.
I met a woman, but I sensed a doctor, the lines never blurred.
I met a professor. I made her a muse. I lost keys where lines blurred.
but not to discomfit, or more to reality, where I flit with
a few desires.
such dull boulders, the repetition of water clashes, to find in time us
humans:
those trap-wired fences, this person a fire, this feeling negated.

I sense you, this angry young person, while dealing with such blackmail; screams and cries and rugs and water to have and hold to keep and suffer; such relegation, such camouflage, while becoming a chameleon; by emerald ink or silver palms where a few things are not important; upon a zinnia or painting lilies so core at sacrificing privileges; a do right person, a defensive person, for self-regulation is achieved softly; those days to essence, as what we see—it possibly is; a skeptic that way, or a fire leaf, at dear rain.  

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