we
need each other. a cousin is a mentor. a mother is a therapist. (so prestigious
or so remarkable while smoke is present—for emotions are churning.) I would be
an error, some child out there, even father’s orphan. it might be negligence,
where some kids are unique, wherefore, unending longing was disrupted: mother
was semi-silent, stepfather never mentioned it, where elders were making it bearable.
(life would evolve. statements would dissolve. we seemed to understand.) but
such stately homes, by deeper realities, while too religious to question.) I’d
eat portions in loudness. thoughts were aware but picturesque. I came to expect
disappointment. such literature, as it pushed too hard, where I was changed by
pigmentation. such running bags or leaves where everyone else understood why:
to know his predicament, or to grant a little sympathy, while most were in the
county line. such a church for sinners or such therapy for the crack baby,
where one might see too much: an abandoned home, a pack of cheese with bread,
where the church was doing its part. but a freezer by communication. we’d argue
so often. I would become intolerant! (I didn’t need to hear so scarred a scream
while I lived bankruptcy. such a believer, as taking fish or bread in order to
sing such a song.) so nauseated. pure raw feelings. where one makes an invite,
if but to hear disruption! over a conveyor belt, not a month ago, pure unadulterated
dis-forgiveness. (a man might be a great person, he might work a soup-kitchen,
but others see their inner deficits.)
I understand coy
feelings. they sleep, rise, or carry me. most come, examine, or settle into resistance. I fathom an intense grind, or upchucking holiness, or roaming late
nights stepping through vipers: by gift to sin, by destiny to rescue, by dying
to fit a countenance. so behind at life or coarse a reply or upset they attempt
to robot us. some are abnormal. they stand out clearly. but what for variances?
(there’s little room for collectiveness, while we purport the dream, if only
to determine what love feels like!)
