I
was long into midnight such gunning to win such darkness to survive. I hit the
cigarette or slammed the microphone while a beeper hammered; it was serious
sexuality it was bodily addiction as never to see so much ecstasy; to touch
life, touché, to pass-out, such power, or to awaken like a king; this math in
women, this force in flesh, or those curses we wild like deaths; over oceans
over lakes while tears fed something compassionate; our session too intimate,
too early, too ritualized; but a size six, an upside down heart, a lagoon of
meshed mane; a mare or a diamond, such stress where it could be life; so
captivated such invasion while so mosaic; our drift miles this spider laughing
while one escapes yearning to return; like human meth or revolving kef or with
one a bit unlikely to resist; an ax to bark, or public theology, but too much evidence.
After
more salience or wrestling mind while anything seems unspoken; such felt
features such debatable guarantees while illusions spell what he refused to
gander; such newness or strict-like gates where the visitor hopped, crawled, or
destroyed what he wouldn’t keep; in practice, we must ask, what are we doing if
we can’t try permanence; what is in us, where we accept lies, while another has
to devote utter meteorites—his brain his guts his death-bent loyalties? this
old cavalier nature this foreign tribe nation while too much individualism will
have one looking like poets.
