Thursday, June 11, 2020

Inescapable, Inalienable Binoculars


unlike a given death there are several vices where one knows a soul is writhing. such bull-fungus such algae in the walls insomuch as a fretted businessman; to cut his pride where it was once dear faith while another speaks pleasingly. the collar inside so attracted to indecency while it destroys its inhabitance. so absorbed by such feelings where they wonder, why the anger? such deceitful waters such blackdamp pains while parents feel so proud! something simple or to hate certain sentences while one asks a deep question: “Is it true?”     “Of course it isn’t!”     years into some feud some sickness while all humans are so innocent: the mistaken assessment, while labeling humans, where a bleeping hunch is chased down until one manufactures it!     we baptize our perception we detach our commonsense where it feels perfect to carry a negative emotion. (this man or his screams while forced to play checkers. this man his neuroses, that woman her pathologies, or overseers sleeping at the helm!)     so addicted to anything pleasant. so cursed by everything he admires. or so pregnant with affliction.     to have died like schizophrenics or to feel polarized while desperate, determined or dreaded to manage demons or deserts while life is tax deductible.     (I can’t shake a feather it tickles like sorrows it laughs at an inner inability; those lonely hallways those damned doorbells or that ringing ass phone; so galvanized against injustice so fueled while too understanding of the means by which we seek an absolute. such repeated history such indicative behaviors while drugs, fury and sex haunt every level.)            

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