those poison herbs our ideas while many sleep
on observation. the growing mimosa those feline panthers the gazania florists. (our
American outrage. our riveting Holocaust. our Armenian Genocide.) so sleepy
those years or quince with gin if but too preoccupied. as freedom gladiators or
unredeemed heroes at lakes or creeks with America’s noose: such tactile
violence such surreal hatred as to witness so much bicultural knitting: a man
is a miracle, a dream unwrapped, or a voyeur of his existence. by mature emergence,
art so lifelike or pain sore into such pictorial contours. (we seem abstract or
figural, or so indebted to concrete cries).
by
vehicle emotion unrated or fierce running through Projects the party was raided
the fret was liquid the volume was instituted. three choice chapters our tied
wrists our feet bloody with America’s history. to have such a database as
revealed through actions while psychology knows how we think. I would disvalue
the claim, I was hotheaded, while growing into a village of patterns. (but it
isn’t difficult, despite nuances—we have the kernel’s meat!)
such
error while underqualified while most constituents are Ivy League. the sky
dropped it was shocked The Ghost asked, “Are yall certain?”
I
untravel blockage, or look at grass, awakened or sullied, remapping The Great Dream.
we must admit insecticides or poisonous herbs where one designs certitude; but
Love is riches while Love is assets where Love has liabilities. is it unique or
alien or DNA? such surgery to win or such dedication where racism drives the
receptive brains. by values so collective we fit with one another. such
temperaments or entitled feelings while we need this for our children. this
space is faceless. this scream is without ears. we have little rectangles for
emotion. the amount is unpaid. the tax is fixed. or the machine is always in
motion. such sour sugar or peppered salt while cooking is relative: porcelain
kitchens, or steel laboratories, or large pots of pork.
