I watched
it hatch as interior weaved such honor such pain. to adore like losing as control
is tossed while a person comes to humility. too damn gorgeous such resilient
eyes while I need to believe—but rain is heavy the morose is a Chevy such deterioration
in shackles. by green-blue upholstery or ultraviolet emotion such a long passage.
too concrete such roaring agony so drugged during morning hours. I hit a beer
or grab a cigar while pacing in the backyard—those valleys those bucolic wishes
as souls spread like butter; so thin inside so pulled by exterior where one can’t
possibly know joys.
the alley was intense, like ten
blocks long, either side both gates and pit bulls. some were alley bound upon a
boy on a bike, racing was essential. it reminds of life it speaks to hells it
becomes dysfunctional haven. old fires burnt grass snails and maggots. old
riffles aside bullets but the riffles were broken. I would envision passion or
some black cowboy such as everything is commandeered. never imagined life on
its terms to realize trust is an enterprise.
New Day but familiar or bold but innocent
or some aren’t searching closely.
it seems easier in ways, as never a
requirement, too close to distressing others. highway traffic so ingested while
requiring respect. so, I permit flames, I dance alone, I’m here when she
arrives. so much better I design, or congested by aggravation where we need
both elements: so free so controlling so unique or treated with reverence.
quite in our favor such heaving chests where loving is something computed or
presumed.
I will accept based upon terms where
each is necessitated by oaths. I will travel fire, earth, or skies if but to uphold
our fever.
our last photo those tearing eyes
while it hurts to walk sternly. so cured in a smile but so unbelieving where
another beer might help.
