losing
bass our ears so sudden to reply—those gifts while Love would flirt where most
are not hard-wired—for sin or gin or angst on a pillow. by friend-zone by
awkwardness or sauce into a never ending, no list! get in line with self, for
Love is bad, top shelf. to sale a dream to monitor a scream while it must be so
quick, we’ve missed it.
I was voted flirt of the year. it seemed crazy. I had no clue.
such fierce flame
such fire as demented so raw we lose dignity. what was it where did it come
from why was it so natural? the pain in its ship the captain in his brains
while Love painted our anchor. so much a feeling so radical such curtains.
I skip to lone
wars or seated with liquids or riddled with relevance; a cage in a dungeon in a
prison; or a bird in skies in atmosphere suddenly swooping to pavement. he saw
something. he needed something. but Love was going through a moment. upon a chameleon
upon an iguana or seated near a kitchen.
unmoving chemistry. or a solution to end woes. such realities work if worked.
panting
at the seashore so unrelaxed our souls racing to meet. by fierce flame or fiercer
loneness as time looks peculiar. it stipples in dots it reeks of authoritarianism
it smiles by conscienceness.
