Monday, June 1, 2020

Sun Lake Desert


born a carpenter such cemetery-eyes a creature a carnival a damn dynasty. such heaven in softness or feathers held by friction while losing a man might love his self. by devastation to hate his reflection so doomed so recalculated. hereinto, these acoustic bones those forests burning the chorus ignored. to achieve you such dew those morning scars, as action was non-action or history so shady while you received one version, so rehearsed so memorized while so inculcated, but rivers to hands or clouds to eyes if but to listen to a stranger. an afternoon aftermath. or afterthought apparel. so clothed in steep gravel. to hear havens as hells or an appliance speaking Swahili in sand or palms, the churning face so distorted but done unto self. but a beginner or a begging man where brilliance slipped right pass—such a bomb in bowels such dissonance to declare so awesome our artillery. if to love as souls depart while oceans stand as accusers. the pan or pot the kettle or kite while such preciousness becomes comedy. a bag of sympathies, or boundaries so firm for blackness, while mother might ask for seventy years. so much cabbage so depleted while roaming desolate parks—the mind’s faucet the firm goodbye or so strange one says he will never be alright; or over yonder, a man for pleasures, where it matters not his disease. our mittens squeamish our ministers stolen as something moving silence. the mystic theologian the poetic politician or tugged for pulled while a black man can’t be too smart. such forbidden avenues such accustomed curses while it’s better to hide, disguised in muddy stupidity. those bats inside those tennis balls as thoughts or the suffocating bun. in pains one writes in shivers one debates while nothing quite triumphs. the obligation that screams. or someone unfitting a wall. or gravity to life most souls carry a mop. nonetheless, such handkerchiefs or holy scarves, while boxers chase the hen. to speak with fervor to adore calmly while never a soul more disappointed. a passenger on a long ride. a president as a lone wolf. or a stranger riding a volcano.         

Ceremonial

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