we pass debates or measuring cups while it
becomes heinous: so deliberate, to hate his guts, such floor rehearsals. those
begging dismissals those cloudberries while a man sips for destination. at such
rebukes or inhibitions while we rarely say our emotion. the burning fields or
ground-zero while America is still struggling. the caged aggression those
boiling remarks where reality seems so diversified. our wings our weather our
wrongs, they each seem different. a heartdrop a tear-pain so close to beauty
rejected. what to do where essence fades while life was spent hurting others?
the old friends those dreamscapes the interior disbelief!
the
calls rage forward the satire is mourning the sorrow was baptized. so depleted
those years across a face where anger made an indenture. so free to adore or
free to despise while reasons rarely make sense. our baffled souls our
confounded understanding such an unreachable itch. those eyes are haywire those
demands are wicked while a man broke guts—such running fever, on heals, in need
of life’s treasuries—the remedy the backlash while I give you slums!
it
isn’t enough. I can’t leave you to rest. so, I come through with rage. such
commands while one is heinous to assert such differentiated love. by purer
mirrors by wholesome laughter by sheer remorse. it seems impossible, after so
many years, a sociopath could uncuff pathology. such un-therapy such hidden horses
while augmenting deceptions. (seated at a scream or gazing into a screen while
eating pieces of insanity. the lights are blinking. cars move one at a time.
passers ignore existence. such privilege in our nights. such pruning hatred. so
cursed by forgiveness!)
there’s
rain so infected by summer where reality was ushering a baby. but a new story,
fevered by old habits, where an observer says, “You haven’t changed.” the
lonely rebel those ugly assessments while insisting upon beauty’s inheritance. to
have penalties or to keep it silent while disclosure is evident—it becomes
bodily!
