I made
a slingshot, it was craft with a hanger, plus, rubber-bands and a patch. it
seemed simple it seemed pure but what else occupied time?
such
mental lash such black licorice or haven-heart into a white queen. such raw
resistance such needs for perfection, I wanted a virgin.
indeed,
some adolescent wish some kingdom in men where women might need an acrobatic.
too
alarming, for we never imagine, a black goddess. some heroine some essence to
die enlove with scents—or some womb too powerful where men are accustomed to easy.
lips
speak quickly while hearts renege—it was so instinctual. but reversing into
time, some crime we commit, where fixing leaning towers seems important
—the
ghosts in souls while he dreams so cut by apartheid.
by glowing outwardly or seas in dooms
where clowns’ mock serenity—some wraith mating some omen while mother gazes
into door-fixtures.
I liked origami as something in
rites where most were held at attention.
the block is contagious so flammable
so indiscreet—war into veins such tar or rawness while one is going through dejections.
such convulsions so many phantoms such roaring vomit.
I saw a man as sawn in twain his
intestines leaking on concrete. such tandem cries such swarming flies while we
carried his trauma. too much ease with it, too quick to status quo, at terror
looking like normality.
I made a skateboard from stolen wood
and hammy-down parts. mother laughed or cracked a joke—beauty was so long ago I
can’t remember.
some magnetic force some volt in
signs while each by differentiation.
(more to honesty.)
in
this field of thorns, thickets, or one flower. I was smitten some mitten to
heart, for one was so indistinctive; as distinguished as life, so captive in
our woes—to die like shivers to dry-out like skies, heaven is so humid.
too
deep in its pouch such Love for its ribbon, while senses played salsa.
Freesia
Winds
the
chaos of the leopard, sick into psychoses, while appeasing perceived friends.
some cavalier person, some trenchant discourse person, or someone needing
control. I left a watt somewhere in memory I coasted into delirium. if to break
tyranny some group of strangers while titles are not signings of goodness. the
mechanism as those remotes as signatures of authority. some serpent discussion
while we watch as desiring our entrance; so cold into December such rain for a
day, while I need to conquer me. if but to explain the aching discomfort while
most are pressing forward. such hunting rites such crevices while a woman was
just circumcised. souls depart alone as they entered in company such
ruthlessness. the book was displaced the cigar was stolen the feeling in one
knowing how we make sex. such bears in our pursuits, such reaching coyotes,
while a person might permit desecration. indeed, a vessel has loved, she has
died, while she loses her best confidant. or a man, as never a seductress, to
fight for dear life so late into memories. pain becomes intelligence, a keen
intuition, a freeing nature. at something open to alleviate anxieties while
most feel art is too liberal. I loved like crazy, I cheated early on, a close acquaintance
told, got close, then moved on.
