so
underground too prolific as accused of tyranny; those black apples those tragic
feasts so beneath soil. I push a palm I grab salt while resurrected. I smell
herbs the body’s embalmed I puff a Salem. so tipsy such laughter while
surrounded by militants. his daughter estranged her mother intolerant while we
love our nectars; so coarse so infused as blood drips into pavement. such a
stain those roses so sensitive to violence while a man must accuse mother:
those fair patients those remote traits while a child was screaming by 3 a.m.
such freedom fights such deep darkness where brutality seems an option. to
imagine a man so demented to lead a group into menticide: such heinous accounts
some got free while a man was damn near re-murdered. so caged with thoughts so
aloof it stings where a psych is at his brains; full damages such relief while
missing a plate of flapjacks. those dice riveted so much need if but a pill
those islands true to science. I disappear at visibility such train-makers or
too light for fragile acceptance. I sparked
a Newport those dialogues where Love looked outstanding. so jocular so by lithe
while I felt morose. Love was agony beneath smiles so cursed to adore a man’s
world; our servile natures or pure rebellion or a lifetime seeking balance.
such dear sophistry where mention is pain while Love was reactionary.
