it’s
been so long the craft grows strength the piano is mocking. such social
seismology such branches so brown as guts are fleeing—the battle became a war
those fruits exploded, for it’s just too much pressure. the names are in
graffiti those boundaries blur where Love was too low to remain faithful. such
a hypocenter so incorrect while we pass by ugly behavior. it kills it laughs
while I never meant to justify that! passion so gentle or a second with a
stranger while prone to a familiar essence. the blue shades those shadows in
men the luxury of loving you. so torrid so sultry while being sexy is an issue.
hear me in our jukebox so much a child of backgammon while older folks blazed
with Aunt Betsie. those years where it seems natural to learn that, in everything,
your way of life was abnormal. (First
Person!) I rev an outflow I see Jesus
I wander too much! bedside prayers
mental orison while it occurred a soul so manic—such vetting such cursing while
she might not remember. they’re compatible their lives are set, (a hoax) but
everything is perfect without me. so blown into a coma so much racing over a
canvas such inappropriate gut fury. too much a snakebite but it means nothing,
for men must payback every reality they stole. those Hittite eyes, that
Canaanite chin, or such Ethiopian courage—so far off the grid so close to
genetics while most are claiming Neanderthals. I could speak his brain or lose
this vessel filled with rage while it’s too much to confess; our good looks our
smooth charms, while we believe another person is perfect. Ah! it gets sticky
as no one wins where a man can hold on to his displeasures—or a daughter holds
on to her disgusts—it appears so much warmer! the wasteland or so curious while a madman
loves his rejections—those gray valves those spigots leaking or the dish washer
alive suddenly. to die for rain to cut his arteries where he arose laughing
with Elisha. Love was so damn beautiful the soul was sickened or money seemed
insignificant—that fool in the poet as a gaze is a universe where allusions are
too close to home. (so many crushes,
what’s reality?)
