Thursday, April 23, 2020

Some Sentences Never End


even words are gummy, chewable, or unchaste

true identity or truer masks but I never met you

it was noir to me or subterranean or it stood up &
defended something sleet—the cold warmth
those feelings from Brail surrounded by darkness

never that caliber or a man by chains too allergenic too much blizzard at the wildest friend-break

we would wonder over tablecloths our chin-ups over black terrible skies

to open or implode to dine or starve occasioned to see you

it was late evening those winds were swirling or particles were grime.

there was science or reticence or sticky, chewed gum
there was passion or lakes or haunted tapestries
to have hit a strike those pins remodeled and dared to do it again

it seems like danger or furious chance it speaks like riddles

when we decided to dislike our breath, we stuck through hell to hate it.   
       


PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...