the
genus is entitled but broken guts to bleed like Jesus—a fret so furious to
imagine while praising the Jews; mommy laughing or father stern at terror those
eyes a woman, it couldn’t exist! gooseberry sin or wildberry poison or wolfberries
for vomit or sickly the dice so wild while I’m getting close! such gravidity
such burden while a blackman must apologize: for pictures for women
for dying where it becomes universal
sadness. (I have loved white literature, I have exposed my screams, I feel like
dung so, I carry Jesus—to arrive at black literature, to fret God, as needing his
agenda. I have adored a tragic Swan or a leaking Sun Lake, while pondering
the Danish culture: such royalty, such dignity, while it would never happen.
such gutberries such remorse, to plead,
cry, or bounce back. a bit cautious, in a
long parade, while I dear for Christ never would!) such a promise for a sinning
monster while yogic compassion frets my bones. sweet maple glossaries or
saffron basil while I haven’t a clue of what that means! such creativity, such
a dear daughter, while I can’t hate but Lord Knows I try! (if I might
speak plainly, such to assert a miracle, while feeling
you three is so gut-wrenching): eyes
tingle bombs are ridiculous while I hit a floor, all alone, screaming beneath
my breath: such dear intensity as to leave, or forfeit, or relinquish my soul.
upon an oatmeal cookie, manipulating interior, while baking peaches. the maniac
drizzle or a man so disgusted while living beauty became a priority. (I sense
too much, this hypersensitive man,
while googling
such squalor such sand-built failures so dislodged as fretting this sanctity.
those slums or slumlords where roaches sleep close or rodents chuckle while
something to sin feels good.) serenity woes or un-literate prose where a mother
both hates & loves her son. (this deceitful thief those deceitful eyes
while a man has dreams about a disgusting angel. if but to confess, all those
valves so vetted to self but still averted: a myth in Ireland or a gut in
tendencies while dying learned to feel contentment!)
