so
unblessed while holy such raven paradox; so accustomed where they ask why in
such a state to believe by behaviors. the birds mock, the leopards un-paint
while Ingrid is too damn ignited. such a trophy as man scratches his brains or
so distant a man tries harder. to interview self, in all honesty, to find a few
screws to tighten.
I
watch while walking this portrait this plaintiff the animal this angel. to
never assert it while fretting I’m in it while adoring such breezes; a glass of
tea a cigar or something distressing what we call normality.
by
opaline uncertainty or the greatest gift we could give, such dear speaking
certitude! a man as his shadow or some so demented where life would turn an
innocent soul: by roots or cages or polychromatic where color would seem such
differences: as to assert majesty or to churn pain where a person becomes some
distinct beast.
if
but to live beyond sprayed debris while it would never be right—for self is too
distorted! some gate trying harder or some angel lost in avenues, where silence
seems to cause tears: a person begging, while aloof in nature, unto a
contradiction of his nature.
seared-dusky-intestines
or blue harvested membranes so cute so touchy while it felt like midnight
furies. they have each other they refuse full captivity they accept a piece of
indifference. as via his intuition or signs gutting tomorrow where miles have
traveled his dependence; if but those miracles if but utter trust where today
feels so normal; so lustrous as trekking xyst where trees are bright with zeitgeist.
such
a falling gate so much a terrific training while seduction was fire in
galaxies; as it struck such remembrance by time or clocks while I’d remove its
battery.
we
sense boots we see necks while something invisible is tangible behavior.
chained to silence or rebuked by loudness where he was bold enough to unveil my
doubt. looking at sulfur or mixing lava insomuch a way we die like naïve emotion.
it
was majesty to hear her psychoses—to sense as living after Sexton.
kettles
speaking or sawdust drawing letters while a mighty thing has occurred.
I
do not laugh. not now. it is so damn spatial.
I
look or see while some women have earned ambiguity: such capital pain such
regal discomfort—while a man has dealt with Class Awesome. if but to die some
ancient presence those days giggling over oxymorons.
