I’d never thought to it. by trials to hint to it. it just seems unbelievable. humans have a capacity, where ill-favor hits, while knee-jerking becomes concrete.
you
are fever or platinum or temple
too
much clever work too little ink
as a
furious fox a devilish fork so
polite
or delicate fire as but one kink.
days
heavy or eyes caped such more
to
give.
I have
sailed to me if but to understand flame in a land dripping pride assumed in
pains or captured, too much so, to ever relive, those feelings those scars
those dreams.
I learned
a new word: mountebank—I will never use it again!
it
gets difficult to think passed those radiant screams.
I am
easygoing, just read too much, but I wanted to share: a little smile or
word-caressing while tackling some grave axe.
love is uncaptured still moving
while laughing gayly such cheer or one las beer at the Hub. those days those
flies where it takes so little to dislike. my insecurities my defensiveness my
inner irritations—so much as a turn so much to inhale while many might smile a
bit. muchness or mossy intellect or thatness, so uncareful so much more at
seeing while ladders are etched with, “Joseph.” I would have outlived us if not
for life to imagine things simmer into a similar stream.
I was watching or noticing I saw a
few mistakes. I read closely, I found an epithet, I knew it was 2021. it can’t
be like that, it can’t sing like that, with so many watching.
