a
talisman or a grin such frantic religion—to turn backwards to sail his ship
where a psych is lavish or somewhat those values while it couldn’t be its
capture. I resist discipleship I devastate gods it was so superb so human where
souls were cringing or dying to out-give one psych. those eyes where I need to
crumble, I need to arise so bloody inside such blue blood such anger! the daughter
he wouldn’t the soul she’s become the hatred for men as bound or running aside
a cross to raise Jesus to die so damn clearly. that demented clock, as it ticks
or taunts, while time is made of promises: so unlikely for joy such a battle
for happiness where a therapist is a good conversationalist: the man running
home, the traffic grieving, as they watch a broken scream—it echoes it becomes
silence but eardrums are shattered where ghosts walk. I picked such in wilderness I was proud of
elixir while it was hell to a piano: those hands those saxophones to hope to
pray she lives: something elated instead of passing chimes where a squirrel
triggers the damn sandcastle. so free to try. or so free to reject, while he
was so proud to become a theologian: such indemnity such a joke while most hate
black men. the underbelly those
scenes a psych a priest a dear fight!
a wheelbarrow such screams as we carry some to the tribunal: to raid her
ears to debate such plight while heaven be good to a sinner! so relaxed at it, so abandoned to it,
while I find such comfort in walking away from it. to forgive dirt to love the
man while his guts are churning—the vacuum the pelting those days they had what
I was missing: those eyes those dreams those portraits. the beauty of the apocalypse the tyranny
of forgiveness while our temperaments might not match. such a matchbox such a carousel or years so
beautiful fretting an inner demon; such ugly thoughts for a drastic winner
while life fritters or slums into a mystic mud house.
