too
spatial for me, or agony & chips:
pure
adverse seduction where a man
falls
by imprecation—those erotic
feelings,
as hearts communicate, at
porticoes
or nuns where fire is legal.
our
Nubian features, or Egyptian
deceit,
so close it hurts but unsighted.
where
mother knew topaz passion
or
devilish fertilizer while we indent
a
bit devastated by images—those
tears
so futile our souls hawked flames
conversing
with immaturity; to watch
indifference,
or too damaged to feel
while
jackals forbade humanity.
it
sessions in pure disgusts, by rage to
refilm
invisibility; a man livid or bits
afloat,
while unaccustomed for fire
was
lonely; such torque or valves or
influenced
but wretched; to cuss to fit
in
while legacies embarrass. to flurry in
attraction,
to become delusional, or to
let
go insomuch as physicality; where
minds
soar as dreams infuriate to come
close
enough to despise our joys—this
frame,
those dice: I rolled lucky fives.
bulldozed
by hourglasses or fumbling
through
softness as occasioned to die:
by
webs or mutinies or social stigmata.
