how
have we
died?
I took silence I spoke
to bones I auctioned sinews. by delight or determination I flamed by fire so
fierce such violent voltage;
separated
inside
gunning through memories abolished but born.
the moon
bleeds it coughs or chuckles where winds are intrusive;
such familiar ribbons where it
becomes alienation
such roots by tyranny; a growling
canine a ghostly angel
if but un-ruined if
but unturned; those spaces we
enter as surviving innocence so pictureless but nonspecific; to have dynasties but false to have disasters too concrete while we ponder by abstracts; to
present emotion to place one on trial where a Judge is close to becoming silly;
as it must be real because I feel it
deeply where leprechauns are laughing.
how
have we
lived?
I was a child so
introduced such filth and disgusts; lusty diamonds ignorant facetime by gusto
to act as purely vicious; (to suffer those mentalities to leave parts dangling
or to come across the opposite of ghetto; a man those years but a mystic those
futures upon something seeming futile; the fruit of resistance or ebbing
roughly while so painted so opalescent; our Nubian sisters or Hellenistic counterparts as so given to
reframed Asian lights).
I have
screams I have entities such a countenance to provoke much; to have survived is
not to have forgotten while most feel analyzed; the roof inverted those pearls
are barrowed where we see tender beauty; it wanes but pulls while treading hail
so retold to self it becomes pavement; the torturous coop or that shift it
alters as electric so early on today.
the niche is
unraveling the gator is waiting into testy or travesty ridden operas; so beleaguered
such bile and bilking—where souls impassion such sullen skyglass.
