such
prophetic murmurs into eyes which scream while in there something
deteriorates.
pure
erumpent
penalties, to have
loved
by desperation, those crimes so subtle; to adore but guts so arranged by agendas
or a circuit where days open. by
titillating
cupidity or charming psychopaths where danger is so sweet;
these
feral jungles these feral men where sickness is as sickness does; our misnomers,
even our complaints, but such & such is perfect behavior.
the semblance of beauty
this rawness effect while one crashes into wilderness; but intelligent grist
this grain to ground while winnowed or forgotten; or to admire, Love, this tiny
barrette, while sane enough to ache or ponder sunsets; those deep tendencies
while alert or baffled indeed so addled so confused cornered by reality; this
irregular property this changing chameleon where two may see similar
disparities.
I
was mawkish for the Beloved. I was tender insanity or babbling coherencies. But
Agony was spread across Venice.
such irenic patience if
but something too intelligent while Anguish has warred by gates; such vinegar
determination or such pounding resonance so vile so pleasurable or too real.
I
met a kindred soul. I felt unpleasant. where Purpose seems so steady. I looked
for tremors or plated uneasiness while recollection is peering into insanity. but
a rare creature those years at studies or perfecting decorum. such a fatidic alibi
or rebellious but uncaptured as I pondered yogic
exospheres:
enmeshed puddings, torture so sweet, or strict denial into possession.
it appears comical at a glance,
but humans are serious, we take comfort in our stirrings; at times, so very
decent, or those webs, such machination; so hell-bound or gathering gnarms or
kneeling while fermenting; our interior clashes our bubbling senses while
needing something originating within; but lakes in skies or clouds on earth or
space in brains; to know similarities or to keep them sacred while we need
confidants; such by escape to become nearly insanity where it was asserted this
misanthropy; our hurt guts, our thoughts afoul, by iridescent cacophonies; so
splayed by you while such beauty in you where life becomes its crises.
