…never
you mind when soul hits so many colors…. so baptized at love for Christ so dead
it feels like goodness. I saw a bird, I fell apart, dear gods give it back!
tears or chills or both; so felt like Jesus our energies so afloat in the
circle. so alive as gods' felt, to eat ambrosia to sit in pool-gardens. too
deceased to be here to gone to hear voices while whispers cut too damn deeply. I
hit traffic a bit of laughter I churned an old terrain. death was looming I flicked
a symbol it kept on passing. those diaries in me those memoirs in me while a
voice is nudging his daughter. the failure in the poet the maniac in its
essence so mystic I vomit gold. no bleeping closure a ghost to his
sentence while the churchyard is bleeding. so about fortune so damn low while
the psych can’t free me! an invisible man an invisible island so set to defend
his righteousness; the fair creature the obedient soul while it took too damn
long! it was fury so bloody while a man tasted his failures.
I saw brilliance it cut my arteries
I awoke faced by God. I wanted back, it never happened, the doctor said, “Mystic
Marchand’s.”
as a soul lost or found it couldn’t
matter. to flow like drains to become a sink so uncured wrestling Satan.
it punctures the liquor hits I feel
bleeped up. so sober such a lie by reigns because it didn’t get drunk.
I heard the last song I ran without
motion the bird was back. so careful so sloppy where it could come in time!
so
much power it wrecked honor the name was tainted; a ghost afloat a demon below
while I asked for clarity. too broken too opened too much to love dying. the
course so coarse while no one asked permission! face to pavement foot to brains
while a maniacal giggle! I woke up, fraught by sweat, I was still sleeping. I walked
the length I saw Snags something poked, it was Rasta. so much this click so
dead in me, so alive in fleece. an old timer, a new clock, where we ate by palm!
