one
plays niceties. another is frank, often rude. another is timid, passive, but
angry.
most blacks are uncomfortable. most whites
feel entitled. or both are interchangeable. (our dose of tautologies.) how to decode ourselves—while some
are well packaged, before self-image is compared. such jitters. such jousting.
such jesting. if but amazing auto-ship, or deliberate conquests, so cultured,
so disguised. maybe it isn’t gentle. I must change titles. while speaking
foreplay with doctors is off limits. such contradiction, or a bit of satire,
while deceit is widespread. it was pain into shadows. it was pure predicament—while
I have used purity too often. I
feel captured. I see jukeboxes or turntables, in essence, I can’t find
guarantees. if it
was love, it was devoid of love. if it was affection, it didn’t feel exclusive.
I remember as an
adolescent, these tall buildings these distinguished women as sight was by
emphases. it seemed too distinct, it felt like living, prior to learning about
human behavior. one must
maintain something naïve. he must leave questions alone. indeed. he must leave
ownership to cars or books, and not too many unverifiable presumptions. we see alarms. there’re wheezing or
whining or wretched.
we see dissonance, something unmoved,
or something debating how to function. we see angst or wrangling apples where
stereotypes are swept violently: our uncured traumas, or new irritabilities,
while some things affect us because they are so blatant or petit or we have a
distinctive perception. by
far I can’t laugh or I force laughter where one asks: “Why are you doing that?”
such lines in yoga or
semicolons where doors seem relevant. pure
guilt must be addressed. niceties
are healthy. rudeness meets its contender. passivity unlocks its anger.
