the
water was running. the tub was overflowing. Love was soaked. (she awoke
shaking. pills were spread about. I couldn’t panic.) sleuth was nearby, the
gravel was silent, the skies couldn’t renege. by a long year, obnoxious hurting,
too much vomiting. (we have rules. some are archaic. a rule is a response to
something gone wrong. before that, we don’t make the rule). Clark was fourteen,
over-exhausted, the armor of ambition. he trekked alleys. we used to chat. he
kept a cigarette. too deep at streets, too wise to relax, over eighty thousand
put up. at life too early, known for conversing business, but some elements
must be left covered. Shonda would visit, she was Clark’s pulse, she kept with
tweeting. Darrel heard whisper, played closeness, and murdered Clark. he fled
with Shonda. a sloppy mess. Darrel is doing life Shonda was just released. (it
becomes Nintendo, the same happenstance, we knit probability — a soul running
or a sage in growth, if components stick into sockets; a frown for Terrance, a
fret for adolescents, or alphabetical destruction.) a man goes wild, a woman is
secrets, both are muffled. (a scut for luck a superstition for sanity, a bit
humbled by scenes.) —too dear to
let go, or tragic delusion, studying enough to let go. some paradox some box
while one pursues his delusion—
dusty debts or dirty business so many borders. too much candor or too deliberate while
testing is science. such citywide
misery. such citywide liquor. such citywide churches. (a soul frets ghetto boffola—(raw laughter)—wile
cities feel like dark jungles.)
passed-out smelling with odors—screaming at cars, arrested for public
intoxication. released, passed-out smelling with odors—screaming at cars—indeed,
arrested for public intoxication.
a deep feeling a dear fret such a message inside of a message. our first response while normalizing
disorder where it becomes the go-to. as
needing to study, to discern ikigai, too much interior unforgiveness. to know gaslighting, to wonder why it
hurts — because they see something good!
