Monday, June 8, 2020

When Rocket Women Hit Media


to pass by, affected by rigidity, so sluggish at times. those bat caves so steep into minds as influenced to arrive early. so rare in society or refocused so dire or dreaded by intimacies. wounded upstairs or running down ladders nor was alienation such depression. the xyst location those trees speaking Spanish while most can’t assist their flamboyance. so rough at seconds, such a xylosma at moments or too precious such shaking or bleeding down her neck: such nails or eczema at something killing its inhabitance. the song floating the kite crashing the rope broken in three spaces—our dark lights or breeding manipulation where it hurt so good: the moon unrested those wiggling clouds while we gripped fire and suffocated winds. too much too boundless or so much to lose while keeping you: the lying sky-grave or such as rebuilding so close to firebrand.
            it couldn’t be, in this jungle or bobcats, insomuch as the cheetah has petted the baboon. to perish such attractiveness if but to unravel while a liar might whisper love. so much mystery as for some a miracle while others are so much disgusted. (a true understanding, in this weblock of frustration, we need this immobilized space so deep it merely shadows; the gut gristle the lost forever while training is required to actually love; by colorful fretting or deep musicals where ten persons have been replaced!) the flame atop the aeonian feeling the iconic claim, if but to gnaw wormwood or to search the inner city while laughing for it hurts so much!
            it nears hysteria it creates lyrics or it jabs or unbelts the writer. the unmelted curse the furious rectangle while most are by a triangle: the unrelenting cantation or such decorated allure while I know women desire as to live desired. such a levitated aura or such a yogic fire where it was angels giggling while falling. those packed boxes those offkey mechanics or so many images belonging to so many other people—as dyed men or reevaluated women while an icon becomes a daughter’s most perfect advisor.    

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...