we
would find decision in application while loathing each other. neither good nor
bad. neither love nor hatred. with a desire to control atmosphere. walls built
in silence, as to agree with critics, our minds rehearsing a stranger’s
critique. some room smoke filled
lungs as creatures undefined. we would scream our hearts where invisibility
seemed important while most neighbors knew our names.
dripping snakes a countenance in
shock where hyenas have become human; a grave with sin or penance with hooks a
woman tearing flesh; too spoiled to feel modest or too much chaos to act
normal, (but there’s good behavior for authorities—a person’s royal mask.)
he was in his condition, souls were
aware, it’s amazing how we expect certain things.
some ontic twinge as courage builds
where one speaks clearly.
(I would ache for roses while petting
daisies with sweet ivory at his soul; or ebony a season in spring such asking
kisses. too forgotten in a crucial reality sure-thunder affection.) I was an
issue in needs of some artifact where darkness flushed as caved in guts. some
memory as it sheds such haystacks above silence or farmhouses set ablaze; too
abstract to hear—but mother knew broken—our empire fraught by woodsmoke; a
cavity in winds a sawmill in Huey a crooked line in Ecclesiastes. a touch of
understanding or reflection while resilience is a poor-man’s alibi.
our shack had elements: mismatched
socks, plastic sunrising, elastic hostility, or strangers failing existence; to
sound so defensive to ache with pain, for one called activities into question;
pork was cheap, those lesser parts of some pig, where one begged they be cast
into the lake. mahogany tables, off-white/brown couches, or a nightstand where
a boy was cast to survive—beneath his visions or into his silence as glass
would pop; fiber or eggs or more bacon! again with arguments, self-loathing,
with anger wrapped in guilt!
