Thursday, August 27, 2020

Functionality Uncooked

 

by diet or sewing by raw addiction!

so taken in silence where wolves shake

or dementia settles into a man with

beasts; a birdsong in pain, an anger

knitted to solace, where souls knot for

freedom. he noticed windows. he passed

them often. they were neatly filthy. it

must be design, or an elephant, but a

woman watched. so much terror, or so

deliberate, he admired her. much to fires

or ripples or your absence. it’s best as

it lives, a steel autograph, a collision.  

we grip keychains, or praise strangers,

or value off-colored prints—or flame!

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...