mother
played dodgeball. she left behind decorum, unless sweet deception. (I remember soft
comforters, hot cocoa, our cheap linguistics; so much dying while unaware of
dying where strangers must fit the dying. most church-grounds most city sewers
as something misidentifies—the carnival is livid those angry mimes where
polarity feels like the gagster the harlequin the buffoon.) no other space no
less than I give no more than I can take! so religious but abstract so much the
ruined mystic—as light is darkness while darkness is fluorescent where a person
finds disappearance—those walls bleeding such souls melting such raw diets. (I
comfort in one’s mitigation. I sing suffering for one’s marginalization. while
needing for one to never outgrow its literature.) by cold poverty as it would
build essence while most of us are not pleasant. it couldn’t matter, while
grits boil, we add butter. a bit of bacon a broken solution an old mind-mark.
(existence unexamined util taught where everything seems miserable. so keep us
dumb while we fret numbness or literature stirs until an explosion ensues—those
keychain eyes those freeway lips as a soul learns by such inhumanity.) such the
birdsong such tender nothingness such syrupy desolation: to imagine
laughter or situation or a smile where it leaks its desperation. such foul
weather such as lights out gas gone the village is impoverished: orphans are beleaguered
Sunday school is a miracle those cookies such with juice—as dying was popular
our minds raptured our guts polarized so split into some tendency while perfection,
it was sold to us—the manicured language those mannerisms while a person will
love by indecency. such straw lacking mortar while Welfare was just cut:
parents having a child if but more funds while drug usage is beyond
existential. (blue tendons bold black fingerprints or poverty becoming its own
behaviors—those inklings where something is better in such a rush to find a
flaw—it must be pain it must have an odor it must be hiding its nature: to locate
a reason to die in ourselves where one lends their soul.)
