waves
are leaking the water is muddy the pool is filled with dragonflies; a man is
scandalous as he stands looking into nobility; at cursed slaves longing for
some person so crossed by our own creeds; the psych unraveling the caseworker
quite instinctive while a soul is edgy & suspicious. those miles, Mommy,
those bars, Father, while granny was understanding. I lost those years so
hectic his measures so morose his disposition. “unless this or that, into those
intervals, you have a hard time seeming normal.” the pot so black the kettle a
hypocrite the waves angry at the winds. so long at it, like a maniac at it,
& still lacking mastery. he hit academia like a cyclone such radiant rage;
to catch his fall, or to laugh harder, can we feel the guffaw! I liked her, I was
sworn to diamonds, while it was never those adventures; it was muddled in was
muffled, it came out, so strange a creature! too short to make the ride. too
high to see the snake. or to shallow to secure pure love! I heard something, so,
I paused, I pulled over on the freeway; the phone was ringing, but no one
called, it became its pain. so much effusion, the gods winking, while I became
a person of interests. I sought the vocabulary. I lauded it highly. while
content is more lethal. I dream about it, I laugh with self, it seems I have a
few habits. I sip liquor. I try to wait. but it’s ten minutes to noon. no harm,
correct! or too many lies. while I wander into a bad feeling! so accursed where
it’s generational, how is it the foundation is so ruined? I saw a woman, I was
sick with quickness, when I awoke, she was gone. something tugging something
self-depressed while possession was so weary—those deeper moments, while
slumped or teary, where a man debates his spirituality: the raging animosity
those plans through traffic or the daughter, he must try her intellect. such a
black sheep, the same story, it’s quite redundant—but it belongs it has a ruler,
so humble, so arrogant, a walking contradiction.
