I live
like winning where reality is hostile, for I’ve collected loses. such
contradiction or oxymoron somewhat akin to satire. those times those gloves while
some ignore rough/abrasive facts.
I disappear looking at twilight depending on agenda. those terrified fractions the flying demons so cursed it felt goodness; up against gravel digging reservoirs while a young man might drown. so many apologies the dung gets old a person might still love art. afforded disaster or given souls where many are waiting in line. such mistakes to have influenced life where a young girl hates certain depictions; so cured in running so blank a last thought or punctured filled with distrusts.
tell it by geometry or physics while worlds are wild; such envy or disaster wondering how it went so wrong.
I could one more time something adjacent to truth. but Love is maintenance or madness at a crucial juncture—where music is political or eating is treacherous while we seem to enjoy our meals. so torn or pleading while ears are plugged. so, a man walks away he flies he learns to be outside.
serious faces or explosive regrets where one negotiates by factions; to have died a little too early to debate it while myths became rumors or rumors were concretized; that bad person so close to an animal while we’re looking at ourselves. met by anger searched his heart to discover it might be his fault.
I accept it we say, while we have no other choice, but some-how we must claim control. such hectic skies or bright rhinestones so cursed by opinions; to ask for accountability, a mixed reception, where deep illusion says— “It could never be our actions.” but this by congestion, a man must know his species or die asking for something impossible.
often,
we hope behind the eight ball, or we become cynical.
