denial
is sweetener for feelings. hypotheticals might cause anger. and losing is never
priority. birds chirp to sadness, or image is of more importance, while a son grips
or gasps for absconding oxygen. we lose faith. nothing surprises us. we expect
something to change. if I want to impress America, I am on my best behavior
for America, where America would want me closer to home. we shall golf. we
shall not concede. we will impress our own standards.
but
that is long in its horizon. those ghosts are chasing. many of us must account
for our whereabouts. crickets are singing, some sweeter respect, while most
ignore humble dialects. fires are weaving or thoughts are oozing where dye
drips into concrete graves. (it begins as silly, it shifts to outlandish, it
makes its arrival at obnoxious.)
society
is anti-nonsense, unless emotions cloud runways, where something sickening is
meant to become our norm. (but only for a time; for something computes, where
we ignore its nudging). it becomes difficult, as speaking to pandemic, where
our President is nonchalant. it sets a tone it becomes musicality, someone so
high up is unconcerned.
a
bowl of punch a basin for toes a cloth we can’t see; a deep dictum, a pledge to
overcome, where Kennedy would have us in tears; we see little. we never
respond. but one needs our support. it skips being fancy. it skips nice
tailored sentences. it gets to a second where it seems trite.
many
are converting many are seeing visions many are close to ending life. by pangs
in an infant or prophecy in a nickel while I exaggerate. or soft into a meaning
to wonder concerning a person as if life at this hour would have more roses. as
adoring an aura or changed for goodness where writing is at its monument; a
class of minds a myth in minds while one tries to assess tomorrow. by reaming
sensuality, or senses grieving, so condemned for thinking of a stranger. or
draperies our curtains while we can’t hide from our errored needs.
