Sunday, March 22, 2020

Masks & Costumes


such pure disgusts where one hates while another is remote; this unlikely truce this deep sharp agony or those days it gets so heavy; our chestnut breads, our almond teas, while glancing at

manuscripts; our papaya eyes our sugarcane memories our hopes for that first feeling; to frolic like kids or to build infinity where friendship is flame; such deep blue seas, such reckless

disputes, but it matters less when apologizing; such midnight wreckage or senseless actions where we regret submitting our bodies; but a palm of cashews or a sip of vodka while we wonder

why she’s in tears; so gray so vague where we nurture something feeling mishandled; our minds wandering but nary a sound as we tend to kiwi eyes; this man so late this cure so unlikely where

it begins to feel regular; (as a man thinks as a woman lives where reality becomes our sacred comforts; indeed, we ask for so much, this deeper explanation, but some are not equipped despite

their concerns). but voltage or compassion or to imagine something without evidence; such expectations or such resuscitation while one is compelled by something as it means so little; at

undercurrents at deep designs where we sense it isn’t so sacred; those rapturous pulsations those livid cries while one might be dying; it becomes a foolish excursion or something ripe with pain

where one is considered ill for not holding its crucifix; indeed, those ashes those cigars where we feel hives and sense fleas.

It was notion to greet you it was heaving to withstand you where a mother never so attractive; this gut of wars this bubbling horizon while so mismanaged; to have you in thoughts, so clear it’s majesty or leaping in midst of galaxies; such wavering between passions or this unknown self as electric or watery—those angsts those academic fires while a soul is justifying existence—this battle to know its name this jukebox history or early night backgammon.

such quiescent daughters or rebel mothers or courageous stepfathers; by confused goodness or blanket sorrows this lilting or toppling this fair distraction; by opulent shrubberies or lush sun-

keepers so meshed into night-rise; to have affection to need interplay while such was never an option. our Joker souls or so dislodged it speaks where a spirit trickled into public domain; this

harsher critique this mistaken chorus where it must be our life; by a legendary Anchor or pure edification where one is hampered by a natural feeling; such mauve pangs such birth to arise

while one has forgotten his costume.   

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