I hear
bass such instrumental, I think of an oval face. so stuck, Grandpa, so alive,
Grandma, but we deviate. a daughter as a casualty while she stunned reality as presented
with a smile; but this is love, the darkness those feelings, so ruined, holding
desperately. surefire torn into mud, at laughter, a woman is rawer than a man!
too keen to play stupid too awakened to lay claims while spending a little time,
spelled galaxies. so stolen from mother so gallant a horse ride such camel
hairs. I love gnats, they cause a giggle, when to ponder God’s Love; indeed,
Precious, it makes little sense while we grip barriers like Jesus. sin to haven
the castle was attacked, they came, searched, & found brains! so cozen
asking clarity to hope paper glue holds a mountain. I felt a gateway, I blazed
a cigar, it was segued—those arts. to palm a beach to scatter seagulls where a
daughter was absorbing sunlight. so unboxed it felt like connection but Love
pondered a three-day old liaison. such wedgewood but father in a maniac such
fire with game. as skies envelope or pain is gigantic a subtle kiss to flesh: those
rare women, to know her excellence, when a man says, “It’s alright.”
I disappear into vanished as
undercut by expression. such hisses so close a rattler laughing, it struck, I leaped!
those tales in you, the world against you, I ignored chaos to make passion.
such damp music such black missives where one spoke & was lynched; so much
attention, to something we ignore, as a soul awoke in a dimension. but Love is
gorgeous, we sacrifice existence, while reality is cold early gambits. to play
guitar to strum a violin while anguish tasted like candy. such marsh in traffic
such mud at lights where old friends have multiplied their balance. so Bach at
lyrics so Mozart at piano or Chopin with a woman plaguing his fantasies; to
love, yes, to beg, yes, but delusion, so much a no! no!
