…beneath
crescent tides rowing faster if but closer to shore; our terrible consistence
our horrid appraisal while daughter looks at something bitter…. I have found
silence this loud creature while she kneads poison. The window is a genius—it steadies
its gaze—it doesn’t mind the curtain.
I
was incomplete, not as now, I was unfiltered. I met many in passing, we confabbed
for minutes, or tried at something disastrous.
sunshine
sent a glint, but the table was crowded, the land was taken—how was I to lay a
flag?
behavioral
socialization or fertile bookcases or all the above; to adore her gently or to
listen closely where she makes learning mythical; or another, as nimbus minded,
those covers we overlay.
a
side point: such fruit is often rotten, some hide it in the grass, while all
along the neighbor is watching and revealing; where one looks at the fruit,
listens softly, and never mentions a word.
I
don’t talk enough—by trade in its lights, for most are content to argue their
point.
example:
the world is flat, unto death, while accepting it as round was a true hassle.
or better, the stove is hot, it will hurt you, while every one needs to touch
the stove.
too
simplistic: Love is sweet. Love is nice. Love is married.
we
reveal our souls, we sense something unclear, it becomes hell to ignore genuine
interests; this is painful for us, for it shouldn’t be that gray, where souls
are withdrawing.
the
page deviates, or it lacks direction, or the parts appeal to those unclosed
rooms; by unborn feelings, where others are checked early, for we have labelled
them assholes; a bucket of dayflies, an intimate flashlight, while a friend is
speaking about inadequacies; such garments such grass where autonomy means free
associations; to have adored this sad song where it meant something that flies
away; by sagacious eyes or unsound while techs are having difficulty: the cable
box, its functionality, while it requires adjustments; indeed, this very word,
while I wrote fiddling a brooch.
I
stand amazed at routine—so underdeveloped while pure ecstasy is chased from mountain
to sea.
I
caught a glimpse, that Asian man, he was pitching a tent atop his roof. I walked
on while debating its meaning where I heard screaming and yelling coming from
his quarters.
it
is so easy to lose. it is so hard to put life into others. or better, it is so
hard to ignore a big ass elephant. but social science laughs, they figure we’re
incorrigible, they give us flashy erasers.
I
speak from experience, observation, those pains or feelings while more
knowledge is a confrontational animal. I require essence. I try to uninvest. I accept
unevenness.
but
quicker triggers where it’s trespass while one forces into those mental gates.
