ability. account. acre. air. amaze. amuse. appear. attend. beware. beyond. blanket. boost bundle. burst. border. business. cage. calm. capital. capture cargo. carpet. case. captivity. cavity. certain. charge. check. chief. climate. cling. clumsy. code. colony. comic. command. compass. contain. count. command. course. crease. crooked. crane. cube. curtain. dairy. deal. decide. deed. deliver. depart. (What It Is 141).
“I am…”
“what
is an image?”
I depart from
myself. a man first delivered to slums. so wild to watch self-depreciation.
those deeds in blood those decided debts, like going in planning on deceit.
such deal breakers such raging charm while climbing like never it was
discovered. our farms such sweet dairy our souls such raw abandonment while a
person is needing more empathy. I pull back curtains, or gander at a garden
such gawking before I came back. a few cubes of ice, for tea with rum, while
suggesting noon comes when it arrives. some dear soul might set us free but we
must first suffer our slums. but a crane so crooked a crease in our innards—so
ghostly communion some crazed ideas where ideals hold folks in alignment. by course
of its command, many will go for destruction, we wonder why we see differently.
such soul counts so uncontained or depending on an unstructured compass: as it
appeals to honor, some excellent honor, where most entertain several regrets. a
comic colony, as in such region, to abuse our beasts by being bestial. some
code of honor, some clumsy ass reasoning, to cling to climate feeling like a
chief. too many transactions. too many unchecked roses. so certain a charge for
humans. I ponder certainty in a land stunted by realities where many say faith
isn’t sufficient. a deeper cavity. a bigger cavity. it requires more drilling.
as souls exit captivity some case in our minds, to sit, while stoned, on plush
black carpet. too much captured cargo. too many silent, broken sanctuaries. so
capital by happiness, so calm in pain, where reality seems infused by cages. what
is our business? what are our borders? how have I offended thee? such
visitation such velvet dahlias while running & running & returning
& returning. to burst an image, some emotional image, where verbs are used
to paint feelings. some assignment some wonderful practice, if but to warmup to
some glorious release. a bundle of booters or beyond our blanky, such rich
ransomed or rancorous roses. to attend what we beware such amusing appearances.
so casted to dungeons such real forgiveness, as a type where bodies balance
barely. to disappear on a vast acre so much an air of ability. by montage by
singularity-anguish or too plural or become pragmatic. those ceramic mugs so
engraved where agony is joyful. so coldly warm such linear crookedness as some
unalive heartbeat. as I am a creature, feuding with invisibility, where this
brings mental anomalies. I am some person, or that person, fueled by
fierceness. I see fire. I am its fire. I am some alien in some land hostile to
my culture. I am a journalist. I am a professor. I am inborn psychology. as a
creature in a soul with something watching behind my eyes. I am such a flying
absence, or I am so present it becomes aversion, I am advertised in swamps. I am
a mayfly I am a museum or alienated from something I don’t want.
