out
the sugar bowl into candy while most love chocolate. or into the sodium ribs a
plate of salad plus black beans. I fret honesty or adore honesty over fried
wings—by blue shiver of burgundy river while most must watch their liver. at
party central at a mind of watts so uncured so deliberate or accidental. Love
was sad or angry a message flew out a bottle—the hype of the mountain the
discomfort where it took time to heal. I hit a button while running it was
hectic several summers—the thought as it unfolds where we thought it was
resolved. (some with aches some with bears some with wolves. a coven in black a
future in beige or porcelain loving but a week.) too young to settle, middle
age is habits, or too old to feel picky; so, a man adores, fresh out of
college, where Love adores his guts; two kids, three-hundred grand a year, plus
a house too rich to paint.
primer cars ghetto wings or too
classy to speak. a Rolex jacket a diamond gown watching the glory. such soul as
it moves a man might visit The Slave Garden. such whips or nooses a woman
burning hickory sticks. a twitch so alarmed while a van is two feet close. a
facial mask a feeling in there but it can’t come out. an inhome gnat a ripe
watermelon while syrup pours onto pancakes. so much a feeling so alive in a
second while Love needs one sad. to have his heart to know his life—most would
opt out.
