Thursday, September 24, 2020

Black Sun-Paint

 

you never fried salmon, so raised on beef, while so anti-pork. such Jewish sentiments, so escaped, too captured. those Jamaican rules, so Ethiopian, too beautiful in me. I died early, upon contact, I wanted to exist as a god; if but those eyes so bloody with fame so assaulted by memories. so grandiose. I can’t fathom, indeed, how we live otherwise.     so taken as never a creature those dynasties you live by. such aches upon a crush, a man is handicapped. such thriving, racing alleys to hit an escape plan; the bird is floating, we head underground, it’s been a decade. such allusions, while we ponder, so poignant into a cyclone. to un-bathe silence to become vocal where we reckon sanity. I met her laughing. she looked angelic. I was captured—so many to die for!     I saw bodily I craved with penance while so pensive the bloody moon cringed.     to crawl climb or convert. such revving reality or undue respect.     I read each line. I knew for a soul. I met something disappointing!   

Dear Sun Lake: we sense a flower it senses in return we desire to color those spaces. as never to intrude as never to abscond, especially, with a person’s future. so many lemurs as attuned where an animal becomes sheer affection.

to resurrect. to return to Jesus. while they fairly fathom our needs for inner ghosts.

I met her in a coma. I saw for its first time. where the liquor bank was closed. such reaching such divergence while dangling upon a wire.     so hurt. so abandoned. faced by such a miracle in self!

can I claim Africa?

shall it claim me?

I reappear in self. so lost a canyon. while renegotiating core axioms. the maxim in Mars the feud in Neptune, as we vanish in essence dropping from Uranus.

a table inside, ten students inside, while we thrash each other’s work.

I was devastated by Jesus such a rush in Jesus as never such literature as Samuel. to cross cultures as sensing souls while some are an aphrodisiac—those pearl cries those robust excitements where dying seemed inappropriate.

I wanted more. I couldn’t to divide self. it was lethal a black sun-paint.   

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