fair or softer underbrush—such a conniption, where time is on trial. quiet to it all a man lesser of a creature while headed home in such rain. dirty filth such pledges or more abandoned to watching. to announce love some skivvy avalanche assumed dependent upon sexual activity. we call it by names. it means a good time. it has much to do with suffering. by blanket disparity or so proud such negligence; a snicker a giggle an out and out laugh.
Let’s
Change topics—for this isn’t on the right path.
we can’t say such reality. not because we are naïve, but because it’s too gruesome.
I seem disquieted or revving in sequences such pride in our opening. a shadow with life a feud with irony while Love seems content with satire. to breathe in dreams to scuttle in visions while a dark light just sat nearby. by lakes removed or cliffs appalled where existence is often misspelled. some misnomer some purple belief while we agonize as we shift lanes.
I spark a cigarette some filthy habit, where Love pitches a spell. memories are made of videos, pain is made of resistance, while happiness is featured in battles: the cave of the man those remote series or some island where patience is mandatory. those outside lenses those interior binoculars or so removed it’s hard to think otherwise. a broken sky a mental plea or behavior serving as a koan. so understanding so misunderstood so mix-measured. to cry out of anguish to feel ridicule where others offer derision; while close to ark a woman sympathizes, they never censor each other. it seems convenient so casual—where anything one does is pronounced as magic. a falling saxophone a ringing answerer or a doorman high off of contempt. as never an anniversary as always, a minor significance, or a woman so much enlove with everything found distasteful. myriad mistakes myriad mountains such faith in men too much to die so much for so averse. silver plants botanical vicariousness so vivid to something disgracing one’s will. those as they come, they never apologize, as we get older, they serve as a complication!
the funeral was much. I placed a sack in his coffin, just in case it gets hectic. by deemed politeness or uncured frustration while many said the man was crazy. some pain in ecstasy some war in brains while coming home seemed a sentence. so found in a person so enlove with fury where calming her down was a privilege. too distant to get near too afar to travel clearly and too maladjusted to act in accordance. as Love was striking or fetching or any damn element meaning the man was moved. so precise with heat so alert it cried while too astute to erase one’s past. a feeling in a culture a unique saying while his soul chased after the inner heart. to feel it flip to know with certainty while trying to disprove total darkness. a fire in hopelessness to bounce in return where one knew for a rescue; the miracle of the vacuum the ghetto of the savant or the education of the thug. a soul running a protagonist chased, or a monster filled with anything loathsome. but Love adored it, it’s easy in passing, while hindsight says, “I shouldn’t be careless!”
over
a jamesia so born in a daisy or tasting a zinnia—those dreams we had those lies
we lived while cursed to adore my rain; such a flame-house such a bat-cave or
filled with nervous antlers. so into undressing tears, or too remodeled to fret
tears, with thunder chasing his memories; as a coarse soul on a coarser planet
where one is threshing interiority.
