somewhere
those stairs to discuss demons so cried-out such vulgar language or accused while
it fears injustice; the bleeding guts so fused where the house is bloody green.
if but to seek further as looking backwards into backwoods where neediness is
sought. such trafficking such women while some mostly that way. or so
sophisticated while men play batons where established nonchalance is marvelous.
his mind drifting into a damn cell while so determined it seems like fiction. I
baptized a soul; I remember the first baptism, as father sprinkled me with
water. but more to famous guts such extensions so much a deceitful lunatic. so
drastic a cold addict while never wrong a song a son sung! I disappear into a
dungeon at rumination where it isn’t suitable. I loved like winning while it
wasn’t a battle where we never judge ourselves. so slithery so stealth where
beauty seemed the key—such shivers or black tar while marred or destroyed where
it would be nice—if Love was eternal if it never changed while comfort often
seduces. I leave such to warzones or barricades or base instincts; where
passion is elusive or this fits elsewhere while we negotiate as soul-figures;
the mate in our carcass the grave in our rearview or so exposed nothing seems
to quite work. so terribly naked as Love stood in traffic—I jumped out spoke a
language if but to offer coverage! that passive romantic or the aggressive
Adonis or something elusive, vague, or watching too closely. some shake the
latter one, or become a different creature, where it builds into something
remarkably sad; for humans must breathe, we must rave, at such a unique remedy.
