the
backend at travesty our historical veins—to die like movement to love like
panthers or affected like tigers—such felt freedom those adolescent tears where
it was beauty or deaths. milk dripping a new land crying while the lullaby was
screaming; such white literature such rich humans as accursed by our habits—those
men running the fields burning while blacks watched a city turn; as regifted or
restructured while saxophones ablaze like candy to a shark. 4 minutes or 5
seconds or Hemingway—our minds held by ransom our kids struggle frustration or
our mothers fretted like damn this gut! so mean granny so hectic grandpa while I
know too many damn secrets; like a tinge to metal like a dent in steel or
morning skies as gods might speak. 28 years so filled with bars to slap a face
or beg your pardon! those sample goals or midnight strangers while tripping for
disgusted where airwaves spoke clemencies. at Tibet them days at a woman those
feathers while nothing is beauty like her body. a man gutted the river drained
where he held a tadpole. such a frog such as dying a man colors his miseries.
honey tasting sweetly or nectar pure vinegar where is was substance those high
evils; so, no more me, or no more you, because it can’t be carried! those darts
those boards while a woman was so destructive: as plotted demise, as enjoyed demise,
where she reads to laugh at demise. but rebels play gin a deck of cards or
dominoes until 3 in its mourning! such a crime in us such a death feeling good
so warm so abased so dearly a damn curse.
