at
something unspoiled the deer-dove the door-lemur. so starchy so perfect so
impressive. separated, at guts, while too much voltage to contain: smoky eyes a
dear mask so mis-measured such an existential prisoner. social taxes or teacup
woes at a teaspoon of sparked chimneys.
I have catered to
feelings so lost in some while too winter to presume attraction. it gets colder
as dregs of existence or the permanent underdog. such classification such
codification while chaos is supple soup. to try for a daughter. to distrust a
mother. where such pain is a package mailed out. so coarse or airline
atmosphere where a man is an idealist—if but losing perspective where most need
something mellow while indebted to those who believe. (those printmaking eyes.
or galling mistakes. while forgiveness is close to subservience: topaz
tussocks, or frantic fretting(s), such arctic aromas.)
how
to resecure where needs determine ambition if but grandfather wisdom. or sworn
happenstance. those years passing rapidly. where most become numb. mental minds
or pictographic distance so much knitted to social ideographs; so reptilian so
regular with a gift stirring frustration; to edit those emotions to tailor
agony while it hurts when injustice arises; but many experience compromises, it
never becomes too much, these are masters of destiny!
those topaz screams so delicate an
art to decide something that appeared inevitable. such brushwork, melding a
masterpiece, so tender a symphony; watershed remorse or too-stoned-built to die
at something seeming inordinate: by moral polygraph, by ethical inheritance, or
something which I can’t relate: tambourine ancestry or European orchestras
while longing for a space to build home. such pigmentation…as never a hearing…while
I now know skies!
I might presume
weather or temperament or determine by absence certain nonchalance—where apples
are sour or insouciant while insidious; to edit us to erase anguish while a man
is a great myth. or so picturesque by a silhouette as he plows alone. oils in
airs. destruction in actions. so fierce a man seeming so together. as to adore
the power, while hedging on the person, where I commend beneath skin the fire.
so banished so coarse while it was a man’s fault. the world is perfect. the
pain is untilled. the beast as it screams in her eyes! so serious so taken so
enlove—a vacuum as it pulls while I float by physics!
a
man will destroy self in an effort to prove innocence. but a fool will blame
where others perceive an innocent person. it frustrates in time, those dear
privacies, to imagine they haven’t leaked out.
so
gifted a person while appearance is its math where I worry tremendously: a
world that eats or a kitten just born where irreverence has become normal.
