Saturday, December 5, 2020

Deaths Are Dichotomous

 

too much magic too adored so much clutching or dying while Love was Black German. I would croak or stress blood such sweat as brine. too confused to breathe so messed off liquor while I couldn’t have a problem. I speak to me because gods know, no one has a rehab addiction. by millwheel or haystacks if but to locate my face. it was years into havens or morning brew while most would struggle until noon. such angst such dear anxiety so refaced so damaged but sweet with ink. I tarry in there I vanish in there I resurrect to die again in there. so immortal such a spirit like ghosts in a haunted house. trying to write better, going for rawness, while bleeding sincerity; a woman so much, as never to love, where it guts the monster. so needy for thoughts something correct to have a lasting solution. at desperation, as grime for solvent, where a man might live a chaste wife! I felt a collar I became too holy I was glowing at odd times; searching circuits defining origin such a true disciple. to have croaked to outwit myself while claiming something irregular—its love for wilderness its cradle in bones where a vestibule was fraught by trees.

            on a sofabed with an ink pen our carpet holds memories. I seduce shags I get information I found grass. I saw hash I came closer she was unaware of dark skies. my eyes were sunken my countenance was jazzy my outfit was million-dollar newness. sudden euphoria those lights brightened the walls were cocaine white. the shags lied the soul knew but Love mucked and loved it. such solicitudes such vicissitudes I ran I saw portraits—everyone was naked.  

            I saw a magazine. the letters kept moving. the story was untrue. to love like a fool to imagine for best while she couldn’t when days are so gloomy. a ceiling freesia those gates & walls, while Jesus is at the fence. such mind-stains, such carpet beliefs, while misery might bond a family. I ran closer. I hit the churches. I repented upon pews. the daunting task the dauntless ambition while death was on promo.

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