upon
a nerve such wrath while a man is being young. upon a tricycle those watery
cries so indebted to strangers; or mother’s kisses, a bump to a knee, such dark
wailings. but a man looking at an hourglass too close to unreasoning his
attachments. thrust through, given a reality, where addiction is part of the
social curriculum. or upon a collar to imagine deeper peace while a smile seems
so tranquil. so soft a feeling to admonish self while true men behave that way.
or too detached something like iron or an emotion strikes a contradiction. so
problematic. (a doctor analyzes. where we miss our points of entrance.) like a
tourist in an abandoned city, or a surgeon without a patient, or something
stronger without its utensils. but a little person into a bright sky where
attraction didn’t seem so temperamental; or better, an application, requiring
ethnicity, while blank boxes are terms for dismissal. upon an emotion so
bothered by a feeling where queendom is careful to examine; so relative to
intuition a couch with chimneys a vest quite charming or such as reviewing
every behavior: the body watched by author weeds where faith becomes such fire
into a dungeon while Love was quite untainted. so much we admire such packages better
than I, where it’s a miracle to become where one belongs. a corner with sins. a
man with scars. or a woman by flames!
handprints
the darkness suffused with hard-breathing where freedom is fragile; the last
teacup an empty tea-box or a pot of coffee in the refrigerator; speaking
coarsely while angered or undertones winking at intuition the man he never
convinced others of: those doors those bells or sound seeming so abstract: if
but to drench furies our lives hating each other while I lose a thousand winks.
so uncouth while despising self for life is too damn complicated: the wrong
move, a devious response, while dynamics are too damn intricate. those
chalkboards those pieces of chalk while some are unable to meet another person’s
philosophy. a mind as a junkyard a soul filled with wreckage or some person where
it doesn’t compliment.
upon
starlings into dry heat such black humidity; the woman was herself, nothing was
interested, I walked back to the desert. a horse followed, a loyal creature, we
laughed sipping beads of sweat. I spoke of this woman, the horse was intense,
we figured she knew magic. our silhouettes outlined our discourse. I fell
asleep. when I awoke, she was standing a distance afar. I ran fastly. I hit a
bump. I saw her as well as serenity. (it was life to me. a bible appeared. the
mirage evaporated. I left the hospital.) to drift back. I saw a creature. I knew
it understood our existential.
