I drift
such lunacy some space in time. by gravel to clouds to suggest a man shall rise—those
dungeons our calmness where Love pushes keys; a piano blazing a saxophone angry
while it’s all to sadness. those inner planets this mental trestle someone just
triggered a knot. so much in line waiting to vote with ethnics being
disenfranchised; such manumission while unsteady where it really didn’t concern
us.
such dragons inside or so many snakes as they bundle for heat; a wiser soul a galactic woman as it took time; so distinguished too lethal while falling into angels.
such pain to see it such hate to feel it while a man is a maddened machine.
we carry stickers amid our foreheads such phantom binoculars. so silent too unspoken while war is mainly internal.
I came into mirrors. I was amazed. I wasn’t looking at myself. it was an apparition, too wise to compute, while I walked away with some lie
sour ass apples
such feelings inside while most might put up a fight—as to adore a creature to
believe best tendencies with a face full of sternness. the fences those cranes
where a child chewed his nails; by rites in ghettoes such fierceness in
tragedies. (the ghosts walk as filled with tigers such a musical celebration):
pops running, mother inhaling, the neighborhood gawking—so, tell me pride in
mind agile where one computes his disenfranchisement; such social suffrage,
such a raw ass mistake, while gifted with appreciation—like star streamers or sacrificial(s),
to float a kite, relax, and face an animal.
