the
song voice so dressed sitting on a dresser—as talking smack or laughing back
this thin/fine line. to dance like crazy or as appealing as Helen such a war
outside. I love certain aches I cook like grayness so elusive such dying while
as wild as wolves; to cover it up or dine in hell while I sit with demons; our
conversation our giggles the singsong diamond—at carnivals where gods dwell
while it sounds good, it seems perfect, where intuition is screaming to shun it.
I do apologize while imperfect a man knowing how to live or graves whistling
where tombs were hectic—to stalk through caves to gut my brains or to feed a
horse: so majestic so terrible or so moody; the shortcuts the long alleys the
club with Jesus; such amazing grace such Malcolm X or Civil Rights
alienated—the front door the college life the first damn near murdered. it’s
raw or uncivilized something destructive, our lives! but Love is science or
bio-existence to swim like dolphins. so much an inner warrior as looking at
skies so reserved while walking into another’s habits; such wrenching pelting(s)
such dear arrests while cuffed sitting in a den.
I would like a
conversation, sometime into escapes while I just made confession. as to rob a
man, to erase his God, with nothing in exchange; so, a man dies, his soul to
America, as it proves a space for blacks. the armoire verse, those
cadenza/credenza voices while cloth is hard at changing moods. or an internal
mouse the grazing maniac the lunatic as down as music is friendly. I must mope
while Love is close to irritate—such trying such dying so calamitous upon a
Friday. it seems superficial it must be profundity where such are searching for
a lonely oasis. to deliver his heart to cargo his anger while a whale just spat
him out. those nights in vogue, while with everything, where needing more feels
like guilt!
