we
nibble sugarberries something in our minds or cashews with mayapples while
feeding brockets.
so
depleted on this. caressing a portfolio. or reviewing photos.
a
man distresses himself. where essence is elegance. insomuch as rapture is
unity.
I suppose many
smiles, luxury to appear,
while hypertension mingles by
sentence.
a
little papaya a few walnuts a dreaded vision.
I
die to live if but to feel pressure our aches our discussions. such silence
while we imagine if but to feel normal. (that was taken. it will never come
back. but a new life is forged.) so much to baggage up so little invested while
asking for pears they’re not giving. (I vacillate between spectrums.) on this burial,
I see compromise. on the other, I see self-preservation. a person eats sherbet,
chases crickets, and sprouts feelings. so inner spoken. such raging rights.
while we accept to a fault. those
salient misfortunes, those memoir diaries, while it became something fruitful
or frustrating or familiar. we hear affirmations. while normality is
orientation. notwithstanding, its inconsistencies. so, I don’t eat chitlins. I don’t
plead with but engines. where perfect is different than perfection.
but
endearing
rites or cordless magic to have given much more than I received. I was
proffered watermelon rinds or banana peels each filthy with dirt, mud, and
motor oil. I ate cornbread, pouted, and borrowed a neighbor’s indifference. so
caressed with vinegar so dearly unruly while a man lost heaven and never met
God.
its
pith is sour. its mind is sluggish. it zips at a fast pace. indeed. what does
it meditate, in order to be snail-like but zoom with ferocity? it ponders
lusts. it’s a shrew. it’s allergic to change. elephants go batty. snakes put
forth effort. the shrew likes its own.
it’s
easy to retreat. if I don’t like it, I ignore it.
such
is applicable. or tangible. while we do it
often.
our goblin valley. our whale bones.
(damn
if it didn’t resurrect.) it will be years:
watching,
taking notes, and holding guns!
