such lavender asylums such plush baby
carpet or cashmere landmines. so damn pathetic so vicious on me while a trophy
unskilled his sights. dogwood precipitation, alienated missives, while silence
wrote an epistle. so bothered in there so steady in there as one made numb at
times: the soil-blood the grass-termite as one made desperate. such wanton
righteousness or lascivious decency so filled by lustful holiness. those sensei
observers while life is neat where stomachs are necessary—the kosher sandwich
aside a sour pickle while a poet speaks inadequacies—by kung fu emotions or
skeptical overseers while one thinks me unfair. a neurosis in there something
uncalm in there while haunting its irenic seas: my linchpin shame, or isolated
from perfection, into a planet where they tamper: if but to unfasten the stoic,
or curious fancies, where humans are exercises. but more to silence or fatidic
feelings while a daughter watches mystic nerves. so much his wishes so much
his deaths or so much intimacy abound a bridge. by cupidity too soon where
angelica was born from mire: an unkempt relational, a running into loneness
father, a gregarious mother. so much surrendering, so little time to heal,
while repeating history. those freesia sensations those empty house parties or
such topaz aromas as expanded under-earth or dear estrangement.
