so
stranded or roaming to urinate, wash hands, & light a cigarette. the mirror
is sympathetic the inner antenna or whiskers scraping his nose. smelling like
human so touched with pain while so cured it feels unsteady. those feathers
those frames so familiar it aches. but Love is angelica or Love is angry so
split we feel bipolar. I grab a Coke I mix it softly I laugh a little: so torn
such pretend while we need meaning. an animal in there, a puma, a cheetah, a
lion. a monster’s face an ape’s body, running through valleys; at ocean tides
at a small infant so young those breaks—as mother might speak, to have seen
breakthroughs, but too much to listen! too tough the tiles, too split the
ceiling, if but to forgive; but granny is alive she touches that space where it
seems understandable. (so much a subtle fen while winds are heinous such
withering while aching; such cavalier anguish so whispered to while the fight
is autonomy.) itchy palms or a static response or irritable upon contact; such
a plank the ship is sailing where a warrior hijacked his fear. (so militia
minded, as to raise an army, or secluded/understudied on a compound; so soft a
thought so enraged by a gesture, while American’s are most stable. if but to
remind you, if but to know you, if but so much we have missed; the gut phone
those pilgrims while I converse with the Native in genetics; those old bones
those billiards while one wrestles with images; as destroyed or rebuilt,
feeling tainted, feeling distrusted; an angry child a little infant, I’m before
the womb!) I grab a Sprite I mix it with sin I fail to laugh.
it’s an issue while we perish so
loose it lives in language. the woman watches she sees his weakness she pushes
for control. in this land those angles are fluent most are fighting for
ownership. it gives comfort where something’s unsteady, in a world promising
loses. so touched so expanded while I leap by exospheres. so esoteric, so battled,
while perfecting meraki. such a novel waiting, or an autobiography, if but to
put patience to pen.
