Fitting All Lockets

be it his ghosts seated or mudslides where a man felt like disgusts; to fret the farm to sell the sail or abandoned left to prevail; they laugh while it hits home where the phoenix hibernates. I have loved unknowingly as the best in existence while never mindful of the red submarine. to croak or pass out such sweat or rapid beats as the ambulance arrived.     so tender upon blue dirt where a man drew faces.     I looked so hooked where subconscious dictates behavior; some source some ache while never had enough of becoming a woman’s fool; as if qualified in this thin pain while another was dung in hell playing piano. as lost with her, so sick without her, to ask a man, “What seems normal to you?”     the breastbone the breakage headed a long distance.     such humidity such rowdy heat where such sweat falling means terror to souls.     there’s a stoat nearby a member of the weasel family, I watched as he seduced a dear friend. as manners fail us, or patience behooves us, or a person goes ape hassles when brought closer; the rain of a woman if but sheer attraction where an animal proves such future therapy.     I see an adventure or days washing alone or empty living rooms. such friends are rare while I now know critiques, where such people are rare an existence.     by sawdust the mannikin dies such waters flooding Noah.     our un-lifted sentiments our strange retrievals while most people admire a little competition.     where Love sits at so many reservoirs while a man just needs to open the door.     to have died the sea-sky or have lived the lonely earth as to arrive at a person fitting all lockets.