status
of a sandbag, a mind like mathematics, while we migrate; it ends in me it
begins in me it celebrates in progeny. so unfastened such a diamond
personality, or dreading our conversation. standing in shadows so many pieces
so delirious for secrets—to play like third week lovers.
I reinvent some wiretap running
through bushes. so believable so much in helicopters spacing from concrete to
trains—too numb so hydrated it was feelings such an error; so cured so
exhausted while doors shut violently; but as reptiles some snake filled with
dark repentance; flogging penance alike to awesome alike to inner benefits;
such wanton deliberateness, it’s never enough, so alike to a stranger’s face.
change jackets. try like desperate.
witness something bigger than opinion.
true depth or fabricated
intelligence while we vacillate—between it’s authentic versus it doesn’t kiss
ass. such anguish in souls, a pantheon with rules, or software with keys to
pass over.
but Love is true to pain, a skilled
warrior, while it seems a certain Greene path. such accessories such anger
while we float like flies; carpeted skies such flailing minds our backs heavy
with expectation.
to flush our dirge to suffer our
dearth while leaders try so hard to ingratiate souls. upon a nerve a caged
reality so stark with illusions. a film in a pallor a cinema in kidneys or a
mother’s liver—surefire inertia or painted winds so chemic we miss our
advertisement.
such knots such ghosts while one
will sell falderal; as looking into courage while pleading sentiments as
explosive a gut in terrors. so simplistic in this world with hyenas laughing.
too private to behave too easy to
realize, a soul actually adores you!
can’t
unsay it, while years later, as it controls interactions. a stellar appetite
such subsistence but a locket inside-out. so great a fable, facial mnemonics,
but one first wound!
