southern
charm, northern mechanics, or New York shifts; so abased in you, sure like
sugar, so raw in dynamics. I found a scream it was running through traffic it
was naked, they chased it. it couldn’t be captured, it wouldn’t be silenced, a
daughter watched such detailed mourning. our water has taste, our vinegar is
for cleansing as was mother’s eyes for scrutinizing. true heinous disposition. “as
I need one to submit.” where he said x, while he must suffer eight to ten years
strongly. so cold at us so delivered to shames while a stranger looked,
perceived, or jumped the jimpy. our battled self-images. our wives or husbands,
where they break science to appease us. this isn’t life, in a tale by skies,
while most could give a damn less. in deer cries such tadpoles where daughters
are listening to nature: the rumination in a psych, those boundaries in a
therapist, or those keen eardrops in an overseer. while I haven’t—I wouldn’t—where
confrontation is necessary: such wits, forced to speak his trauma, where one is
hindered from true, personable responses. (however, as this is delicate, what
if one knows, so deeply, those condemnable patterns—those behaviors, such
skill, as to provoke a Pope or unwrap a monk; such roaring spirits born to die
while set for defense as royal panthers; by gut or prowess but cocaine or meth
by any damn thing this side of our democracy.) how to address omniscience? how
to un-sing one’s dungeon? or better, how to empathize with one intolerant? our
heroine with terror, or so sullen a pill by smiles, or reviewing dynamics a bit
angered by his countenance. “he might be numb. it must be so. for I would be
devastated—by remission or regression or such loses in a larger nation.” I must
admit—it looks uncertain, while defining self is merely for others to aid in
defining for you. “such an asshole,” merely for differences, while it angers
one is strong, despite, anomaly. such to see or feel stung where facial
responses are hectic or miscalculated. so, in ending winds, how must every
person be normal—as according to an overseer or by consensus? “if I would cry,
he must cry, or fall pained!”
indeed,
the southerner dismisses the northerner, where New York frowns on California,
as cooks from far & wide can’t appreciate nuance.
