the day’s madness those venom cages while
he went too far—into a fire-fence or terror her eyes while hell felt gracious.
the beach water those sand-people of a leech in a tennis shoe. so colorless so
speckled while it couldn’t mean much: the knee to his throat, the cuffs to his
brains, a treasury to feel like surrendering; or dear disease, so proud to pass
it, while if one loves sorely, he must want it. by passing frenzy to scream out
an epithet so uncured so crooked so captured; a demon his mind those mirrors
wailing while mother was in the shards; a blast to God such fury to God while
it remains by sameness. such luck for others. such natural destiny. where a man
has his ghosts. the muck parallel, those filthy wires while birds mocked, drove
madness, in morphing disgusts. it was familiarity, it was ego dreams, to
imagine something meaning glory—the frame in guts those intestines while it was
sheer death every memory. to see a man with omens, his fists, while driving
into brick wall—the unlocked cage those regurgitated signals if then to request
a woman’s matrimony: the dowry is misery, the future is melancholy, plus, the
house is filled with watts: to shine like dying, we never appeared such beauty,
or so close, needing mentorship, but lost in three different lovers. it seems
mystery or mental motion while we call it by illusion.
