I see roads constructed of pavement where
an iguana asks questions: where are you, where have you been, or the best one,
what are you running to? such love by perception or presumptions concretized
where a fool dogged my mirror. a flaming falcon as it churns within such motion
to have died. it was something else. it was magnetism. it was so alarming.
those freesia assortments our garden beneath emotion our vibration so gutted.
the snake seated by stillness the fire we would adore or soft-spoken inadequacies.
at such racial assessments while we ignore our thoughts where many have subtle
indoctrination. so I run while looking into skies where an eagle is leading our
path. Prada with a monkey, comedy with blackface or coal simmering into
porcelain famous. I would be absent or attending pains while pruning ambition;
the furnace of the mystic, or the sawdust of insecurities while humans have
been type-casted. but I’ll ignore you that inside uncertainty while assessing
the body we fret: such capable Democrats or foundational Republicans while we
each have something chainsawing our status: at remedies or Calvinistic habits
where life is work or deliverance or science. a daughter knitting a father
knotted at something becoming concrete: our abstract cries, our inside
devastations, or framed or depicted disposed to vomiting.
