so
timid I thought such a man’s failure where it was art—so belligerent so bald
too based in oils; the bleeding hex so cursed in fraction so much blood; an
Iranian-Lebanese a crucial advocate such dying seems appropriate—our creeds our
caves as slaves craving freedoms; so occupied such deaths as memories cut into
fantasies. an all-day vision to converse with essence as hearts warm in
desperation;
the Judaist Queen or the eyes of Jerusalem
while covered, so roughly, such ideograms in flesh; a falling building an inner
bleach or such exterior aesthetics; so cold in dying too rude to offend such
soft tender insensitivities. to guess at guides such asinine assaults into a
gluing gaze; to nothing as never alone where we shoot into fire our flames.
by ants in our pallor so painted in
grief so gauged an ageless angst; to fetch for insanity so possessed in an
instance where adoring is intolerable; we shall obsess as ruined souls—so salacious
its quite normal; as it chances hearts by frightened sociality into a sudden
flash!
such decay upon a sullen wind while
a man holds to some scream; a pensive soul a crucial chaos as untold creatures;
some wild tale some saga while it permeates psychiatry. an art in magic a
mansion in mind so aged or caged or begging Jesus. required axioms as
debilitating creation where some might need humiliation. such arms in action
such zeal by zest as cursed creators. the blood of the woman the life of her
children the fury of her eyes!
