So
into flames or casual our approach to do something seemingly inconsequential—but
knowing in guts and devastated by currents to expect such treacherous
resonance; this terror in humans this war in brains if but to cut deep enough
to unlock sublimity; so sailed and trusted so tender and sour while a man must
acknowledge mirages; our bowels religious our cultures pleading into a vase or
a dungeon so provoked and spliced; this furious meter those furious gazes or to
slight a premediated kiss; as pulling but reserved as thrown but baked to die
those eyes; a frigid man a frigid woman but warmth drains daily curses; so
affected through years of thoughts while I look and run and paint this desert;
those absent windows this tossed ottoman or this radio so precise; to adore
last year but begging for this year while a woman ganders and laughs and loves;
this mixture fretting his guts this whistle adorning his guts while sequences
are musing his guts; so affected by those months so loose into colors or
watching but made accursed; to ravish a milieu or to return to venom while
something is smarter in you; this man with tears this liquor so intensive while
it was hell to grip absence; to love and adore, to want and need, where nothing
was favorable; so, granny laugh, and gramps dance, for a blackness was ruined;
this fair flesh this fair war while judges are miserable and wretched and plain
abandoned. (It was deaths by alligators or life unto forgiveness to arrange a
feeling killing its nature; those dear passions to adore a daughter where life
is so rough and black while warring lights; to need a good emotion so low it
diminishes or terror to skies and screaming while unvocal; those penchants by
miracle while it feels life to hold the beloved).
I
was insulted I realized it later it has become its reserves; for it tells a
story it lives its life and it hurts deliberately.
This
mural in plaids this picture so fuzzy this future but hopes and ambitions and
screams.
—to
arrive to you but a jubilant bounce where something prior is offensive; to live
that way, to act by preventatives, or to fall into a new delusion; but mother
has passed and life isn’t normal while flames and fires are there for
instruction; a man inadequate a feeling concerned where rebukes are examined
closely; but what is truth and what is emotion and how often does a man
acquiesce? those churning buildings or levels at zero where so many eyes have
made their decision; to favor the esteemed to chastise blackness where
realities seem so unkempt—
this
tear so salty this angst for its duration while pulled by such recollection; so
underrated, such suspicion, while reality has difficulty getting through the
gates; this nauseous feeling this vomit right there as accursed or thrown where
furies are whistling; such hatred for us such wretchedness between us where it
felt good to unchain; but a black enterprise or a mixed overview where a man
wants the world to acknowledge his goodness; this fair illusion this pained
vessel into ditches and dungeons while laughing to divorce madness. those few
beauties those aesthetic skies where a woman might benefit her sanity; this
stairway or this ladder while thrown into a ditch; our magazine expectations or
disappointing reality so unbelieved and fighting for clarity; but never our
witness but ever our contention while nothing ever matters.
