the
sin by genetics those phantoms or mother’s fears; a rampage son a broken,
cracked wall, those dynamite scars. to learn hate as some privilege where
others must kiss ass. oh, for respect, such a light issue, while never a day to
give respect! a heinous appetite, a thundering occupation such raw, bitter
vinegar; as coming sugarcane as dying all glory, the world has shattered! some
diatribe something liquid something about the born woman! a shawl bleeding
meraki failing as cast to dregs; the forgiveness of a smile the deceit in
hostility while sensitive souls hurt and scream if but to bleed. it badgers its
dam it entices its debris it laughs while a second away from crumbling. the
fight the all-time fight while one might show mercy. army fatigue blue eyes
such a comrade dying: guts hanging, a black fist, to have known the beauty of
souls. filled skies southern acrimonies or penchants in a soul falling harshly.
those veins, sweet vanity while a mirror has never been interpreted.
snowstorms, wind-raging, such color at the sawmill. those feelings those deaths
while mother new an ex-slave. granny ran granny departed it feels empty in a
room watching a dead body. the spirit left the kef is gone those days looking
too terrible. a cacciatore a blighted watermelon so curt so frank while he
never spoke. the vine of lenses those caricatures while we laugh at cartoons;
something to get away, a little rose, while pleading with welted eyes.
