I
sense you or it seems amazing while it meant nothing. a fool would dream or
windmill or slide into a coma—such blackouts such stupor while needing succor. I
believed for a moment, but it was so gray, while I sensed ambiguity—a scream a
tender maze if but to suffocate the initial feeling. such virtue in
un-rightness such to meter-out affection as a creature at lightning; to doubt
so fervently, to die but fevers, where a woman might spark an avalanche—so uncured
such the theologian where I see it hurts.
I
sense you those damned areas or explosive chemistry so framed in its cage; to
believe in freedom, to designate self as a god, where the weight is
excruciating. by greater damages by furious battles if but to awaken kissed by
wolves; our favorite angst, our interior guts, while a spear just hit.
I
leave to sorrows I bathe in miseries I feel like its normal.
I
have nothing to deceive or everything to win where ruthless caves frame a
tender farm.
I
sense you—something elevated but it couldn’t be after decades of bastard
feelings into a curse and adoring it.
abut
a nightmare so fraught by hunger into a sudden trance; Love was phantom, but
Love was gone, alone a room proud to have resisted; the chairs were witness,
the rug patted my ankle, the ceiling was weary; upon an axis to believe it dies
while I fret new faces; it means angst it means closeness it means something
must occur; such ink or fences where it didn’t matter.
so
much to be decent as a truer challenge where in part it’s for you. our echoes
our wailings a man pounding doors our sons our daughters our husbands our wives.
