festoons by moons or drastic candy so sour
so sweet such change those years. as rotten ghosts to entice his guts while a
man needed everything: those rosaries, as if, while the promise is heaven. it
lives out-there it dies in here such requirements to become insufferable: that
nice person, eating chitlins but raw into a struggle; where Love is un-basic a
set of noble integrities but something is yanking as it screams; such substance
a firkin of intelligence while closeness unlocks the manic buffalo.
such a cult this
walking riddle as cut like dying; if but to touch like someone insane or to
outsoar desperation while interior lusts are at riot.
such
alabaster where
we
see syrup, in such a destructive alien; but Love is a monster such
sophistication while just as concupiscent as Teyana Taylor. those grimace-miles
or insufferable pigmentation where one adores self, nonetheless—the war in us,
the bellicose angel in stars, while his ruling planet is Loon Ville. but such irrelevance
by a broken candle as time would flicker in her absence.
I leave my soul. I
blare a trumpet. I smelt fire!
if
but to flit passed flame if but to exist as a good creature if but strong for
violence.
such dolor the melancholic/hiding poet or
memoirists so introverted, such birth! but stabbing his ribs or unhinging his
trauma while conveyance is buoyant catastrophe; as aching permanence where such
would be insoluble, for hate, pride or dynasty. our melting wings while it was
its tornado as a man might erupt into a tsunami.
I can’t reach nothing,
its hell is too far its dungeon is buried in desolation—as shadows screaming
indifference, this place we travel where skies are sheer disgusts. such crucibles
a man mangled as Love looks like chambers. so lost in affliction so careful of
affliction while water heaters are listening, or recording, they must be persuaded!
