those hives those hotwires those hues or hectic(s)
so unhealed or such losing to adventure. a man at his altar those horns
dripping integrity while something is peculiar-heists. the need inside, for
proudness appraisal, the cut in denial. so danced-in or love seeming so scandalous
where it meant so little. or it works that gate. or it thrives at that fence.
so ashamed to live that furnace. those roots permeated those blacks responding
where we feel so demanded—those blocks the hurting to see a cop at church; so
found so located or a primitive artifact!
upon
a drumbeat or trumpets the motion the walls so broke-out such deaths if but
indebted—the ransom the white demonstration the color so by a burning bush—so ached
so bound while chasing or devastated our last whipping. those calendulas those
begonia-crosses while concrete has become a sacred travesty. rebuilt but
running at margins looting where the community is divided—those color lines the
helicopters a man doing ninety down highways. our freedom such by gift while
reality tramples self-imagery.
such
predicament or tragedy where beauty is a dear nephew. our palms locked our
minds baton’d such filthy fiery dirty tear-muddied pavement. I feel an ache, Dear
Lord we’re coming, such laughter at the gates. we cook dignity we partake of Jesus-Gumbo, while tortured by below sanctioned: those keynotes while something
is alive the reality of other heathens. so close to reflection or torn abroad
while I must admit affiliation: the colors giggling the war determined despite
James Woods.
the
life we live the courage we exult the freedom mountain! those scrolls the Dead
Seas or our children feeling good! such Great Rifts while it angers God where
one prays to the One, I cherish. such more to die for, such epiphany, where
souls unravel, break glass, as tortured ambassadors. by creeks or doors or wars
at scars—so filtered or fretted to know us better!
