Thursday, December 3, 2020

Over a Glass of Domaine

 

so saddened by literature, a woman I can’t master, a journey broken as it is whole. those tarsier tentacles, those backbone pikers, or days writing at top speed. to exist in society, as emotion is damned, but emotion is all we give. seven steps forward, to turn suddenly, to aim, no remorse, a body drops! or Love is smarter, if to return those books, in an instant to recite by memory. such lizards such a walk downstream where most souls are pinpointed. I baked salmon, she desired whiting, I purchased red snapper. we argued metaphors. we debated similes. I remained lost. by five dollars per game I sacrificed dignity. by last to win but first to burn where loving her becomes damnation. to trade queens. to rage inwardly. where most are without a passport.  

we portrayal chess, as marks into targets, by arrows into fortune. we protect our queen, if she’s to perish, we topple our king. such sequence, or victory by intuition, to know fire in three moves. such improvising such moves according to offense or fever all through the night. to call by name so maimed inside assisted in my own burning. a cigarette a book or affronted by etiquette. a soul is in a snare, he needs more, where the adder has giving less; a want to have vixen a minx in portrait while fire needs to spread. she wants curls or pearls or static uneasiness—as loosened or bothered or sacrificed—where bodies are cavalier or books are necessary while salaciousness is casual. so capsized so much back or forward one move shy of winning. we never know a woman some target in sights while analyzing some compartment. as blindfolded players so astute but maddened so allergic to something denying it’s conquered. pure woman pure moodiness but we know it isn’t reality. the fungi of chess those squares to realize forever we live in or out of check. while loving is magic his mind sings it remembers some oasis it can’t recant. remora thoughts admittedly engineering quite close to the University. too eccentric by greater writes where expression is morphine. to play like a shark to eat like a tiger—the pride & sorrow of imagination.

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