I shift
with thieves so much our fate too depleted to relax. blueberries flash, so lost
fleeing as hitting fences. iron thrown pebbles smooshed while hearts beat to
sweaty napes. such a feeling those graves as presuming thunder is righteous. a
lady nearby a quick discussion, or three hundred in cash. I sat in a jacket I smelled
with odors but recanting a fair glance. to steal his life to unwind when
weather was warm. a ham sandwich, a cup of milk a high rushing low. too strong
too weaken to upset to settle where dreams are spliced in slivers. I shift into
a human so long as an animal —some bring goodness out. hours passed seeping
deeper asking a dozen questions — those walls those drinks while carrying half
an ounce. too much to be real too lost in Oz too found to ignore it. such
fretting or too disturbed while sirens zipped by, a helicopter in skies. so
tender a caress so fueled a fever where it gets anxious. a dropping robe, a
hold on insanity too rebuked to feel sacred. a car of thieves running by
loquats a pomegranate as witness. never frozen forever shunning while sweet
nectar abreast of invisibility. those cries those feelings while too wild to
believe. such has bothered me, our deep entitlements, where we expect to
belittle a rare phantom. but thieves were nearby such a split while trained to
call a lawyer: “I have nothing to say, I want my phone call, I know yall hate
blacks.” sort of comical — until it’s lived, while some do dirt a century, and
never have a run in? I got difficult I asked for a phone she was lonely a short
distance. intone said it, a lady the other end, a quick note of an address. stabbing
through traffic a bit fixated I heard a horn. lady was whispering, she needed
conviction, I could with a liar’s tongue. but haven in heaven so divulged in
essence. a few lines a few fevers so lost in twilight zone.
