“Don’t degrade me.” I try to listen. too mad about
atmosphere. an inner castle a bit to
wrestling while debating psychopaths. so feral those Jewish tides into Africa’s
eyes so embedded in genes. I was bit.
it was a flea. I wobbled to bed. by
gatekeeper by grimness or kissed in a tree.
Japanese origami. Chinese candy. I caught a flight to Paris. such a liar so embedded such nuggets in an
apology. I watch the watchword so
alive in a coma such sensuous devastations. a rhinoceros a killer an aggravated
indenture; sweet soft music, a glass of Moet, while feeling richness—a bit
cheap inside a bit filthy atop as an eagle landed on the windowsill. we ate licorice over Milton’s identity I sided
with Shakespeare. so much a ghost the apogee of a diamond while a man might
risk anxiety. so shaken so crucial at rage surpass commonsense. so, unlatch the
voyage while pitted in a rainforest such beating drums.
a tribal mulatto a whispering silhouette a
broken marionette; such fuses by an effusion as rushing into city mercy. such a
squall or storm while too disturbed to piano those rules. so, an aggravated man
an aggressive wilderness where a soul must regroup. so uncloaked so undone so won in
California. I met a German he presented a picture, he asked that I walk away. a
door-knock a woman such peril we faced.
so ripe to reap. it gets to a season. Love has been grown for twenty years. it can’t frighten it’s been too long, to
hit a room, become a phantom, as dying in every climax. to unyoke a woman to
ask for knitted air or too deranged to act normal. such tides in us such suds in seas while a
dolphin brought a big grin.
we chisel chimneys we eat soot we air-out
smaze. such muck in me such darkness, it feels like particles. so abased such
violins while Love plays a cello. a viola in us a season for harmonicas while Little
Agony plays the blues. so shifted
such auburn autumn, while so afar we feel like winning. reading Phillippe or
stalking my wire, at deep thoughts about a future.
