you were so angry as to interrupt his life
while requiring praise. such truth but lies to have mixed feelings so afraid of
loneliness. terrified when left terrors, horrified by perspective, oh darling
what did we become? I walked
away by irritation. it wouldn’t break us. as you needed to prove as diamond.
those filmed roads or constant understandings to become closed off when one
sees. those oceans blood green, those weapons smokey, while seeing our
substance. only you knew mistakes. only you knew differences. only you have a
PhD. I never renewed
a feeling, as sun suffocates, where we glance at rooms. I see you sitting,
playing with a spider, it seems poisonous. you become Spiderwoman you crush on
Batman you have harms for the Joker.
I
know your style so wild and contained or devastated and gripping those ropes.
to come to theories to phantom philosophies to float so high so determined
while deaths become so mystic. our minds in children our essays made platinum
but it shouldn’t mean so much. you
screamed, No! it resonated down Hawthorne it raged up Pico. by furious
frustration while it means dread where aging is contagious. have we understood so much more than
what we are to hold trophies while suffering emotional atrophy? we made a novel, so unbelievable,
while we know for certainty. you more than me or those groups more than life,
while its bizarre no one would say, “I know the source.” it sounds softly it comes into tempo but such hell on a liar—so
stitched blood trickling or shirts ruined while behaving by situation. or angry women, searching
out a reason, if but to go into a frenzy. it
was devastation or loquacious spirits or multiple energies. it alarmed it was full deception,
for it didn’t unravel mind-chains. while
depth was flooded or deliberate, a channel where succeeding non-anger, only
developed frustration. as raffled souls or Arks at cadence to deny so much. as
worthy by majesty where one is understanding a person he can’t reach.
so unlocated so gray while people knew.
they said nothing this flame we throw where one will do anything. I can’t
decipher those ghosts as apparitions, terror my dome, such dear fever into a
box. something can’t live while it can’t die but it is dead or breathing. the
preacher cursed the theologian renegotiating or a soul such hurt where most men
are lusting for her body. this fig by grapes those moons those years while it
meant so much it meant nothing. so edged to need to agitate while one becomes
see-through. it should frustrate for he earned agitation while nothing would be
serious infraction. while exception proves rules. it’s misleading. for it has
come back to fluster. our thwarted nation. our flooded memories. while I write
on such rhythms. our personal stigmata. to have outgrown metallics, where one
has thrown iron, while it was misunderstanding. something innocuous was seen as
an attack, and something for consciousness was disavowed. too much said to
unbuild. the war is there. such cries to his brains. (feet keep running!) I know for intelligence but I never
undress it where trust has been destroyed. as souls blue and magenta or black
and white while a little irritation makes you smile. but who am I to need
anything considering the curse is made a number? those closed doors to relish in disappointment to flee as
filled while life is something we can’t exist—those banisters those cliffs so
metaphorical to leap. our refined few. while leaving it was judged. while a
curse it was treasure. as to come to epiphany. by
premium beef to have cooked spaghetti or by reflex to become so vindictive. as
if one contends or one is abrasive and that one must die. where shoes shift so
seen as territory while it might be an adolescent drill. our encouraged
nightmare, while one becomes thicker, (where one smiles) but thickness becomes
something that may not function. it seems difficult, where we must understand,
our society desires entry paths—where thickness is damn near impenetrable. one
will impair you through something intentional while losing them is good for the
appetites.
