into curses by incline to travel with
cobras at our heels.
an anklet but
platinum or survival by wits or such
tender sweet matrix;
our ruses blighted our souls determined at
treacheries to claim
existence; by bothered brains or billiard
skies
such nectar sins.
why mud or patches
and leaves such dirt and cadence; trying by desperation if but to behave where
colors seem so brilliant; our paths by cacti our tumbleweed such neat company
while a flower blossomed the day of his birth.
I read
her culture such deep desolation or this life that follows: a daily obit, even
death by communion, where something is unsighted but nudging: How do we respond?
the
coyote watches it plays a peculiar pain but we have mastered its piano;
never-you-mind, for the coyote is cherished, she dies at our hooves.
I was untamed—such
dear cries, while concrete became cotton; these pillows converse, such hard
plastic, so sought for; or glitter, something we must tame, so many disgraces,
such filthy forgiveness.
I saw the spirit
it was un-captivating but I lingered; by circumstance a life is melded where
others are curious enough to say, “Hello”: prided availability even an unbeknownst
countenance where one gets close and takes pure advantage; another lives with
this, another crashes his soul in this, while no one is quite concerned.
born
into
curses by incline to travel with cobras at our heels.
an anklet
but
platinum
or survival by wits or such
tender
sweet matrix;
our
ruses blighted our souls determined at
treacheries
to claim
existence;
by bothered brains or billiard skies
such
nectar sins.
