illness
has been with me, those sirens those stigmatisms those elements we choose to
ignore.
as
an agent for or a carrier of it seems natural to include these ripples. our minds
jogging, or souls winking, where cache is often cacti.
such
early examples of what life isn’t while trying to denote what it looks like—to discern
between options, or to throw the gavel afar, or to stand trial with broken links;
the page is not there, but the page is advertised, where one feels naked in the
city.
I
try to get snug. I try to believe. But the blanket is so filthy.
those
dungeons
are blocks or
pavements
with eyes or incorrigible creatures doomed by thought-patterns;
our
sick behaviors
those
pedophile clergy while I turn to you made worse by you;
this
maxim in souls to exploit for gain while each are rewarded with sheer
polarities; to need security someone to latch to
while
it’s too heavy to become romantic;
our
needs so veiled our cleaving undercurrents while traffic is so dangerous;
mothers
kneading insanities or fathers nurturing liquor or absence meaning any damn
thing we say it means;
such
lack of insights or where a sore-swells or a lie is gravy;
to
walk away with pride to give deception arrogance where another person is
ruined;
our
laughter kites,
our
laughter liaisons, but no one is asking about the deceases passed casually.
it
becomes inconsistency. or wretched
ignorance. to know, deny, or
endure the migraine.
“If
we unenlist it disappears, if we challenge, we lose rights, so it’s best to own
ignorance.”
“We
have been this way so long it seems to work for hurting others is often
necessary.”
what
becomes
of training, despite its orientation, training becomes habits. but speaking becomes its
irritation wherefore many do not speak while most people are like ghosts.
interim
solutions sunk into
soil remaining steadfast.
it
looks like sadness or trapdoors or clogged pores—while Love is trying or Love
is aching where two-to-three worlds are tugging and cringing or habitual or
unclean; to carry such tar or to feel so alone (while as I have done it has bent
met out to me); where ears grow stiff, where pain examines its courage,
insomuch as alley cats taking center stage.
