upon
an armchair such mental fire to have resisted its menticide. so versed in ghettoes
so affronted in Hills while most act so bourgeois. I’d lie to me where it didn’t
stick—I would argue with me! so much so foxy, a bad ass machine—those eyes
flippant those hips discouraging where a man has much to ill-temper. too
refined for Sunday too academic for religiosity or too sad to have out-thought
Divinity. so much to hold a vice, so shapely in alphabets, a soul becomes its
purpose. a bong tipped over, crystals were grinded, a woman took a trip; so
fair an alley so many settees in a field or a rat nibbling wires. a kung fu
woman, a taekwondo fever, while tipsy a curse crying into palms. so tattered,
so polished by life, inside is hell to abuse. a mind-stain a relaxed
disposition while trembling at its core. too groundless to hold-on, too
unbridled to remain faithful, while one desires a family. by faculties, by modalities, so angered—by
the way she loves me; so phrenic into a daze sure sacrifice into blackness. a Black
Japanese, a Black Vietnamese, where different becomes its aphrodisiac. to fly
flames as birthed by curry some outlandish normality; so much a copy so low at
its totem while a woman is claiming her identity.
Love was a prompt such rubescent
cries where a man might adore in spite; so dangerous such a book hound while
dissecting seduction. but a gnat in me but glory in science to approve of losing
greatly; my next of kin, my soul, we drove all night spirit. in deep panic such
sirens blaring, we slept in a sewer. (too tactile too alert too damn gorgeous.)
by instincts by emotions where reality suggests a good life for some; at geese
or a goose while fire is set to the golden egg.
almighty stimuli almighty nausea or
such a cliff with particular faces; so causeless pain, such radiant joy, while
it slips into pure thunder. a woman so cool, a man a straight delirium as cut
to grit his minds in bowls. concomitant frustration or a psych too much the royal
gates, while time vomited.
