Sunday, June 14, 2020

Into A Maze He Scrambled pp.169-170


but a tussock such roots with ants crawling. but a flipped coin or flippant personas where we expect him to kiss ass. by sheet metal emotions so hurt its haven where flies swarm. the purse inside those bookcases or dusty idiosyncrasies. so fair to expound, while we look shallow, one needs more substance. such bold shyness or underlaid crusts while son just needed a mother. by pure indemnity if but the fever while feeling delighted to escape—some type of prevarication some near alley or seated near a mangy chitzsu: a best friend, our deep issues where jealousy becomes a road blocker: those pressures into deaths while love is most ambiguous. if I might rule you. if I might seesaw you. or tap into something you can’t understand. such primal alienation or saber-tooth allies into some tattooed DNA—the skirt for his eyes the muscles set to charm while home is unimportant—by change in seconds something beyond control or so loyal it’s plain distrustful. (but a man so skeptical or so pessimistic while I, too, desire something inescapable!) we’re rough or tough or strong: we play that out, or we feel unsteady, while children tap into primitive fears. such raining delusion or seeing fright while sympathetic/empathetic to such root terror: the drills through jungles or life as college where clippers are running unbeknownst to me: those shaves for you those airs for you those cuff-replies for you: the witty remarks the memorized Shakespeare or months studying for our date—as two weeks of extraction! (the promise as nothing the mother as tactical or it seems like disarray: such galloping science such raiding zebras while buffalo are grazing. the killer bee, those pesky wasps, or years debating a phone call.) our existential wilderness, if most mis-fathomed, while a stranger is open enough to understand. surefire contradiction, in a land or predators, while a few are wrapped in ethical mire: the long-held wife, the futuristic husband, or granny with family concealments. the Trojan Horse, the weaving maiden, or theater such comedy such tugging at its audience. by agenda to speak. by frustration to become a fox. while I fret over one belief: it has always been its ruse! such silent treachery something insidious to rapture into regress. this space as left behind where one used your trauma. our mountainous letters. while such admiration. as I confess an indistinct metropolitan. it becomes an assertion, as I must filter that way, for anything else would leave me fretting by guilt. those mind-phones that huge dialer at some type of ringing conscienceness—to become an android or to drown out atmosphere where I must be a good person! such hate by windows such begonias in vases where one realizes mother is dazing—the curse the beautiful music the floor such dirt mingled with tears—those voices as screaming while a daughter is running her marathon: such wailing to imprecate upon existence the prophetic understanding!    

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