the
bulletin spoke about a daughter. such courage to give space. while loving you
is too easy. such bold drama such filtered chests to wonder about a stepfather:
by angst by fever by doctor! so much concerning bourgeois or such a showdown to
bleed like therapists. at a podium or so frontline while negotiating interior
wealth. a mother worried a father worried a granny worried! our ad hoc committees,
so steady a curse, while skin is so bright color seems impossible. a red vine,
a jug of roots, so much to Morrison such hibiscus ink. at a doorjamb, a footprint,
while a dog was mean to mother. so I leave it alone. I accept punishment. it
feels quite beautiful. indeed. they wonder, a pertinent inquiry, how has pain
become so essential? the bulletin spoke. the campus woke up. while Panthers led
us to Black Lives Matter. Elaine on Thorazine damn-near drugged out where pain
is such skin-tensed—to die Jesus to claim an epithet while nonetheless a member
of have-nots! but yours is confusing or yours is anger while tyrants, or
monsters, or managers are furious bold bleeding maniacs! such an image while Love
states it’s beauty a soul frets deeper ugliness: so representational such
regulation over a surplus of beer. by weight loss or mind contusions feeding on
a diet of empty hauntings.
the casket looked
terrific the lowness smelled like begonias but weather was cringing: as to
choke fire or to strangle winds if but to auburn the autumn misery: such a
storyboard, such evening moods or music or measurements. to love a woman to
have eternity while no one has ever offered us closure. the lava-lake those
social currents or genetic forests; as growing sensations or milk for breakfast
while angry as a lunatic. to shift with dynasty so sweet a human while fiddling
a monocle. the typing rage the furious flame as leaping into a wilderness of
blank faces. winning is lonely. losing aches. so, we learn to just win!
