re-cut
so short so lost—into a dungeon into a grimace speaking gibberish. Love is
exotic so erotic so capturing if but this death! as creatures in woods as
dynamite in caves while Asians built rail roads—the man between the ghosts,
those features laughing, such a maniacal giggle. a psych a psychologist not a
friend—by music bleeding or origami or melic a second for guests so bled out—to
die goodness to live wickedness such a breath of fury. I varnish us I plaintiff
us while most are judge & jury—where exoneration is ever our mirrors. such
to beg for a delicious apple or a woman so much to carry the rain. because pain
is aesthetic or robotics while it opens over wines; the actress the maze so
much to blaze a firecracker; for beauty would die or misery would live such
deeper eyes! it was mudslides or crashing homes, right here in America; those tremors
those guts to cut a hooded eye. oh God! you anticipate rhythms while a woman is
a treasure if but accepted those terms seeming like glitter. such filth as
clean such pollution for monies while if good death might open life. a salary
of problems or seeping into Gomez as to resurrect in a different portal: as a
man dies so shall he live where many are terrific at devastation; to devour licorice
to wash but essence while seated, tripping, looking at an empty glass. so
confessed so delirious while the glass is screaming. those lusts goring eyes a
lash as a whip or hickory slats; if but to rejuvenate for Love was a ride while
wildness attracts the beasts. so unequal so charged where guts would whistle;
the difference in bleedings the rage in passion while gripping for deceased one
last life!
