into, or
overwhelmed a shell a violin an anxiety floored into a rocket. so much our
social sketch our morose angst where many need it spelled in acrylic. a festoon
this hanging ornament those golden eyes; as so aloof while destroyed at
appropriate behavior; to know a response to angle for leverage or innuendoes
meant for reception. sure into a joyous second or trying to reach while roads
are barricaded. such hurt in women, by assaults or frets, or too much to
discuss in ink. our journalist as attacking but so attached where emotion
becomes adrenaline. a summary of my life: “He was mystic, honest, &
negligent.” by pulpit at tribunal by anger screaming, “Alleluia!” the soul in
his guts, those bowels reaching earth, those grasshoppers a full experience. (I
can’t apologize. I can’t redeem. the family is perfectly against me. I should
feel something, some sort of deep, uncut, dripping celery, unabashed, traipsing
remorse. I feel nothing. I have watched these people. after several degrees,
plus, streetwise, I have enough to feel secure in a studied analysis.) make it
empirical or make it solid science or ask a man to degrade every ancestor both
then & future. (such a trance-zone.) most are eating dinner. such small,
delicate, mischievous souls. to love mommy to praise father while noticing
close to every nuance. so many years, as put into trusts, the art the battle
the devastation—so careful so many blow-outs, or something fretting his
atmosphere. such a precious creature, so misused, as discarded like trash. the
run in me the disaster in me the bleeding disgusts in me. I need
nothing. or I need more. while submitting seems close to wrestling an ape. as thoughts chime as rage ensues where a
mulatto wonders of those thoughts he was thinking. we see something in us, this
essence mixing cultures, as we each think, assuming “they,” us or them, know
something as it must deliver happiness. so many autographs so presumed in
madness, while one eating insecurity would pass judgement on one at his
arrival. our green sins our orange transgressions our gray but tentative
absolutes.
