such
disappointment such functionality such need for systems in place — the race of
the fox its borderline angst its pain in shivers. the blood black bruise those
managed in private while a man beats his wife — as an alligator or a crocodile or
a caiman; so much a shoebill so much a lover while pure contradiction; the
paradox of the ape those banished to penitentiaries while a person becomes a gorilla.
so morose at times so cultured at rhymes while one looks at a machine — so off-putting,
for it hurts deeply, the nonchalant conversation; — so crazed about it such
meditation on it while a man becomes an animal. a dear discussion so mad to exist while
images come to mind; the top spinning the jump for rope or a group of girls
with barrettes — so alienated inside to raise weeds inside while an adult is
told to get it right inside! those years running those dungeons laughing such
habitual destruction; afraid to ask, didn’t know it was possible, where a woman
shows life — the compassion wagon, the off the wagon, those fruits for raw
discovery; a field of jewels a ruby for mother — while she tried in dying! so conversed so thankful so waxed inside;
the black pilgrim those palatial cries as confused a man born for science. to remember
your slot to master your lot if but to survive with a little winning — not much
as greedy but more as earned while little people rise so high. those modalities
those charms where a psych is listening. so bashful as so addicted where they
left me in condition. to meet a white woman, to exercise a little honesty, as
to receive pure scientific feedback. a man gunning as hitting clouds to flip,
hit an alley, & disappear. those walnuts on havens those pomegranates in
kitchens or oatmeal for lunch boxes.
