make the sentiments, such imperialism,
while it means asses kissed. the bone-bolts the exodus curse or rewound with Us
in genesis. almond eyes or tortured pride where it hurts in guts. the
puppet executed our social marionettes while we claim this is the greatest time
in history. so bogus such blimp dung where a person feels undermined:
intelligence for bamboos or chimpanzee rage while a man is respected as an ape.
such feelings into fragments or fragile sentimentalities while accused of
hyper-creativity. our bloated emotions our pregnant furies at something attempting
to reach The Sun Lake. as more for love, this shattered image, where it means,
I do as I damn well please! the helicopter so close. the men gunning it. as
sudden into gunfire.
a little chicken or broccoli. a deep disgruntle
fixture. so fretted over being nothing. this fantastic disgrace the
filming furies while gated by hated men. our oxymoron as such a state while we
tolerate our faces: the soul behind us the luxuries ahead of us or confined to
squalor, poverty, or dear imperfections: our ability to speak, our known
classifications, while too proper becomes an abhorred soul. the math of my
trauma, the anger of our guts, while a pin-drop becomes a reason to dislodge.
as pantomime clients, or aggressive agitators, reamed into believing the
president cares.
I
adored her face I thought in her eyes it was cirrus absolution. such dear
sexual hips or such soft flesh where a man held phallus assessments. the legs
running the thighs elastic the torso amazing such fretted feelings unknown by
love trying with venom dripping his synaptic gap: those genetic arms those signature
elbows, so oiled or smooth such a rough agreement: the neck screaming the
aesthetic nape while a man tries to behave as a monk: the chiseled chin those
avant-garde breasts or such an artistic ink belly: those scentless toes the beds
so delectable the bases such arches or galaxies adorned by celestial ankles: by
calve to determine thickness so gradual at midnight such esoteric sensualities Right
Here In America. the trenchant woman, as never to unlock her heart, so
benthic the last drop! her Getty back her terrorists’ buttocks while a man
loses his reality. those shoulders speaking an audience, such eyes so sad,
where power oozes into climates.
