I
doubt its weather, those signs, while a man assumes. sugar-acid or mushroom-squash,
anything to secure an alteration. I sip
slowly. I weep in countenance. or too stern to persuade. ice minds or glacier
symbols where one is sensitive, angry, as by hurt. liquor is like decaf. I sit
in gray areas. I must be careful. some understand, they know its space, they
have ridden the Great Monster.
by reaper by phantom by deliverance … so
drawn to memories, it wasn’t so long, while thoughts project insistence; as re-filming
mistakes, or prescient some cry, where it turns out by sameness; for
personality must change, it often doesn’t, where I met a woman—she revamped!
so close to me so predicted in me where we
more to flaming; our guts so much passion such love such radiant distrust; some
need to meet self to argue with self, as to ask him, “What is your damn
mistake?” I said less, it perturbed,
it re-rinsed old wounds. I said more, it infuriated, it damaged self-reflection. I said nothing it bounced it became a game
of tortures. such reflexive
appetite, so much need for elegance, while at home with a shower & Corona.
I erased me that tiny squirrel those
days remapping gates. to have some ailment to have some person while I have
their mistakes—while a man must mentor, we need to see it, because it
devastates. by lakes in skies by brimstone to trees while we’re missing our
projection.
such Metropolis women such Guggenheim
hips by European thighs—eighty-five days, so prior, expecting a seed soon; by chameleon
eyes, or phobia cries, to have sinned in earnest.
so leery, fingers to soil, so much
strewn’d as of lately.
as
a man auctions his pride, he attains a certain status where wild minds see
elevation. so fierce inside so much at freedom so enlove with atmosphere. to
hit bullseye or to tame a bull, where reality is horseback upon souls. a pail
of black soap or a pair of black sandals where misery was white chocolate; our
nightsong our nightingale our deep benightedness!
