in
contrast to self, meanness would express as islands coming to shore. swamp
breath marsh eyes so much feeding on weeds. a mayfly so sick, I saw it
dropping. we mix freedoms we approve with bias it feels good to select a side.
ardent writing so many tropes as designed to ignore fevers; those wooded women
those iron women, or one just present. to sit in feelings such pure debate
while something essence is nudging. the insides are quiet those planes
are set inward those dingoes are polite — those lovers no words those faces no
names while seated in a coffee shop. too removed to be right too wrong to claim
peace or too revoked to climb higher. some scam in there some person with venom
while a mirror reveals the arcane ghost. to secern in mind, or decide in mind,
one must treat me with respect …
indeed, much
entitlement, many twitches such a nervous system. but Anguish is laughing,
getting stronger, becoming a parasite. such favored animosity such a slant in
appearance — it’s so subtle complaints are like laughter!
I
don’t fret some way or cage like that, where freedom is colorful; a gate in fat
a slate in rakes so baited can’t escape it. a longer hustle those desperate
years such introjects, while beauty is a riddle. too physical too emotional too
hypersensitive. such fences much failure into something too feral. caught cases
sewn in mistakes as giggling with Jesus. a metaphor — as one would ask, “Are
you mad?” too subtle to pin exits, such ingress to feel mazed, while an egress
left one where she started.
to measure truth as accepting
irritants while no one quite carries out those demands. much bias, greater
concerns, where something is off in us. to see color as deaths or a-color as
suffering where it seems melancholy is like Covid-19. sure teeth to gut such tugging
for freedom while rules change in definition. curt or passive?” aggressive or subtle?
a buffoon or lawyer?
