try
to ignore me as I idealize some crevice some language as its dipped in drugs.
it’s a watchword it states identity while unfolding us. a man is wired a woman
is fire they often retire—such sunrise or golden eyes too surprised to feel it.
I flick a match. I remember treason. I gloat over her sugar. too close to lie
too unheard to have a voice—I echo a whale. as karaoke in stream aiming,
glancing, chiseling atmosphere. to gyrate by haste such whispers to slow pace
such life awakening to a cup. I watched Anguish—to spark a cigar, laughing at
response, such an inner telephone. too small to feel violent or too small to take
smack while so decent a man is often shocked! try to ignore me, as I pontificate—even
a bit about love. an old jackal a new hyena while wolverines are being
baptized. security or ambiguity? conditional dependence or wild and achy? such
family vines or haunted genetics a man sits at his whiff. a little notebook a
black inkpad and a technical ink pen. but try to ignore me as racing home to
catch a fit—unlocked, wide open or asking silly ass questions! our wine from
Europe, our grapes from farms, at lost and terrifying explosions. as it means
differences while yearning harder, if but to ask for exclusion. to see it
unveil as it becomes heavy while she’s boxed, to adore our closure, our
cloisters, in such a dear parachute. a little eggplant a bit of steak breezing
by metaphors. try to ignore me, a promised fool, while love is idyllic, a kite,
while clouds are pictures—so coarse at seconds, or alive in solitude, while
breakfast might mean retirement. a garage of fevers a garage is a soul while
exhaust is freezing in mid motion. so much to hold so cold in helium such
deeper understanding; over a comic book or late into a drama, to piecemeal its beginnings.
such pain as it cries as it dies if it never aroused wisdom; a cartoon a speedy
ghost while a feeling might be her quintessence.
