a
little country music a bit of snow-mind those winds hitting in gut in mind in piano as creatures green-blue such wild
magnolias to breed animosity to have
grief so close it feels distrustful
as looking for some reason if but to disavow those chairs are rooms those ghosts are
memories such sweet fire arising by points insomuch
as tender features locked in admiration soreness made me love you much wreckage a few zillion poets to have
tables as lampshades so shapeless so
alphabetical while most house in metaphor
a small gnat as a building our stomachs growling those pages scribbled with existence as lawns
are mowed every Monday to outwit
mirrors such harsh pain where mother holds a candle certain vigils a man his soul a woman her
art to die with me to arise with sympathy or so lost it was devastation to
touch brown fire to tame a jaguar to
live in flame while most are seeking one person such minutia such manumission if but to
die again one shout such silence
where one has been screaming a straight millennia I examine too closely where I see mirrors
while concrete is stubborn but
nothing is causeless seas into grins while spirits look facetious by nauseous ink or rabid ambition where
most are sacrificing stability those
curious cries such venom while bitten interior leaks pus mental phantoms are itty bitty mountains
such contradiction is souls where father carries a guitar such wrath upon crossfire as saying so
little a night as clarity such yelling in neighbors
by wrath too uncertain I watched when
he left another came in another is on his way spirt might languish some days are malaise
such couches smell like sweat sweet
into childhood those silhouettes before existence became glasslike as if cretins so touched headed to Mt.
Olympus a woman’s 3rd eye
a man’s 5th failure while begging appeals to most hearts a myriad of badness such anti-morals while
one says something like forgiveness
thisness as thatness or repetition
if scholarly we see discussion if uneven we sense omission if gravel we
see offensive rage
