out
his soul such grit so imaginary inside. the ceiling chess-pieces those whales
we carry while loving so much it hurts. at a gravesite or sipping existence to
adore what she might do! no evidence aside for a countenance, we learn to read
them. a dog nearby a sun to its sky a feud so dry. such itching such nerves
where Love might understand. so singular so in need while success is dual. (we
assess blackness, we ask questions, we request undifferentiation; so long at
roads such pebbles in his shoes while climbing atop a tsunami. too bold at
times too insistent at times while many are shunning the human agenda.) too
much to take it. too ruthless to ignore it. or too smart to defend self. a dear
riddle while we must assess—to what a person can handle!
out his ghosts about every line
where old rivers still flow. hushpuppies or hush-whispers but something hushes.
it would if it could or it might if it should—to hold gravel to sip vinegar
while kneeling to tie her shoes. a war inside a cave nearby where ecstasy was
popped—those years those demons where a brain attacks its owner.
“to his person, so damn arrogant or
it seems to change me.”
if I may into a green apple while
biting into our guts. broken steps for a broken economic while many are
displeased. spotted carpets, a damn roach, or some creative mouse. too much to
complain or too much to listen, because the social worker is depressed. sirens
flood our sociality young souls are unclean where teenage girls give us baths.
indeed, a bit funny a bit to why, while despite being hungry many are freebasing.
too raw too little as never enough!
I reappeared. its pain was heavy. I tasted
disbelief.
the Chevy hard into its life—a thousand
dollars on a 350. so gross about it so intention about it where many are living
by intuition about it. class-hood ambition. love at its seams. such metaphors
for elitist. sugar upon an aphorism. apricots for wine. or eyes unspent on
rationalizing.
