I swim grayness to
live as hounds or coyotes or wolves. gregarious souls or anti-society souls
while they call us abstracts. I dream of some person. I see her laughing. the
needs we have. as laced in fury or disturbed by beauty where it seems so ugly.
indeed, he runs a risk or risqué soup as cupped in an invisible palm. such nail
wounds such to sit while reality struggles. our caves like liquid our screams
like fatal while falling I was caught. so amazing in us so devastated in us as
creatures running into sunshine. Love was curly or dreary I knew not the sorrow
of Love. our behaviors as young asphalts so awesome a feeling; to dredge up some
curse to arrange our eyes while filled with terror; so gorgeous so distracted
while anything sounds soothing. to fret a center to need reassurance where one
person isn’t enough. a plan to escape a sky flipping such rabid concern. our
daughters giggling our hearts warm our wives reknitting society. so much in
hands so cured for seconds if but our bodies to full confession.
so delicate to sense it, where it dawns with clarity,
but ours may be susceptible to flights. indeed, the greed of the shark the
hells of the tiger those dragons on a trip to silence. as uncured meats or
uncooked pasta such a snap so fragile too easy. such tug-of-war, a man to his
best performance, with orchestra or symphony or aria; so done with existence so
aloof to reality while studying her, nonetheless. such a feral feline such
favor in hells while hooded a thief stealing travesties. so much in you so lost
at a second while the world is screaming apologetics. such frustration such
fury to realize our excuses for behaviors. as a caught fish or an oiled duck,
to need major assistance.
