(Humans Are Missing Human Inclination)

 

I know deceit its sweetness, how it makes beauty. a woman knows, she cries, but feeling fulfilled – a kindness there a freezer later if but to open fences. the blood bleeding such freedom to die, while monogamy is richer as it glows. two joined at cores such reverberation so patient as if a man is a child. to reedit emotion to rethread passion while something addictive means total disregard. but a sculptress so precious such a laugh to womanizers; as missing intimacy, even ownership, we hate self so much we ruin existence. so pernicious so inflamed such a ghost; a womb electric from gut to universe as built to relive dying. 

love has pinions or hedges or so enthralled by raw, animalistic sunshine: such gravel serene asphalt as lying inside mud so cleansed. 

by archaic consensus, while it sounds melodious, just about entirely in man’s favor. realness imploding fever as a hunch wildness as a jungle. sore jigsaws such devastating jousts at a jiggle in a woman. the fields are screaming, dead blacks are furious the extent of transference is amazing. so unrepaired, as an entire life, such note, bolts, shrews, and safety clamps; by wood or iron, or metal, or wires. but was she taught, would she die for us, was pain too glorious?

 

a soul knows its restraints, it pushes to face its restraints, it feels pain boxed like videos or bagged like books.     I might love passed lies, if but some luxury, where a woman is a full package. she knows she might drift, but she knows. we expect love, while hating self, but expecting feral, catastrophic adoration.

 

as found in bushes looking for a voice such concrete as a witness to zealots.

 

so bestial as in beasts such burning as afraid to collapse. our true thrills our true miles such a kilometer to reaching something surely revamped; those years rescheduled so free while it’s too much to deal on gaveled terms. too primitive for this age too idealistic for this age or to idyllic for this age.     I regress, retreat, or refrain!    

 

I couldn’t believe the countenance or its upholstery while taken by its configuration. (it doesn’t happen, it makes me sad, but destroying as desired is a hit for missing.)

 

sunrise has fallen those pavements are warm I feel barefoot. as walking coals or sparking cigarettes while such a filthy habit. as for reasons, it truly changes, as soon as luxuries come to speak. some minotaur in us some furious, flaming instability in us – as trying forever while bogged by needs where beauty is made into a massacre.     

(Humans) Struck by Our Adventure

 

by interior faces so traced by life so spatial.     the forgotten music, those mind strobes, with one more adventure.     I was born cavelike. I must explain. it was isolated disorder — as no one knew examples, everything is odd behavior, many weren’t curious for other worlds.     a soul breaks the demons are phantoms the demons are mirrors.     some sad tale or miles to justice, while still chasing.     what is given, in stale airwaves while physics become mental?     I met to seek grandiosity. some are repulsed. I was smitten.     as we look at ourselves where others dance some atypical opera. an exterior face, so much poker, with small pikers stretching screams. 

I vanish inside. I return inside. such spirit gristle.     searching into naïve spheres. a greater conflict. while women were holy.     some cage indeed – so far misunderstood – a man is his predicament. what to expect, the lines are blurry, where most needs are never discussed?     but a snapshot into a garden feeding koi or catfish … sutured by flame while life doesn’t look long, not as a kid running on tracks … a kickball frenzy, a family mismeasured while we travel to re-meet likeness. 

what fire therein such passion uncontained while hungry for raw desire. so happy with sullenness or chased into a room with monsters speaking gently. heretofore, a maniac in silence or a nervous leopard at a bout with her shadows.     some typical augury some prophetic parable where one loses in his adventure.     by trips deeper into forests. by pains deeper into persons. or a lucky person made clean for its hedge.     flushed faces feral fences too much uncontained guidance – to shun a mountain with signs at memories so close to resisting resistance.     instincts versus analyses, or passion versus doubt, or reason becomes impetuous. such majority in you sure curiosity in us too close to die completely.          some essence in shame while it felt terrific about pain like Jesus! 

nymphs are around sirens are melodious if but to love – yet reappear! damaged for trying messing with iron where too much transpired those years. such selfish horizon such centeredness while we need certain treatment. such power or prowess or poison; another route another worship ceremony another Eucharist; a soldier in ranks a warrior by arcs so much an energized omega. a cry for sinners a respect for change while we often dig in deeper – as souls gunning or requirements for solace if but creatures submit. or sweet conversation, a crumpet with tea, so trancelike such falling fever. as an altered man, sensing beauty, where delight is just in faces – no want but joy, no laughs by masks, just endearment for no greater reason – no ulterior motive. 

pure gravidity an animal’s shrill with classrooms chasing us. trembling one night or filled one night tossing or turning or flushed or uneasy as staring into us. 

too near to hear clearly, as stepping one stair at a time, the banister is near its sky. such torrid graffiti while horses frolic, I pet an elephant in the storehouse. 

so unrelenting seated aside a settee such memories of disdain. 

or a pained moment so much as unwelcomed where we train each other. 

our first journey is acquisition. our second journey is friends by family. our third journey is refixing the interior labyrinth.

The Audience Is Privy

 

so mad at lies so specific into convo while aloof filled with compassion. a night to drift a day to return fraught by grandiosity. divorced from self always jasper as dying to be alone. some wig some persona while thieves have claimed our monuments. but a jingle to green eyes or a feeling bleeding greatness while so conceived evidence means so little. father, a bad man, father never understood, but father knows mother. a gated horizon or chasing a star with a midday yearning. a sip for practice a sip for luck a sip just because. so vacuumed so distant, with a lover ten kilometers running. such a pendulum such a scar while I met something in me: he lies awake, he speaks in dreams, he judges quickly into a storm. so positive so energized while most have a difficult mission. the daunting journey the backwoods as static where much flexibility spills into discomfort. to get at illness, into a gut, a real soul feels like it’s churning.

 

I was a weird soul, always watching, with something speaking symbols. I was a weird soul, hanging with mother, she took many breaks. I was a lost soul, headed for a trail, or raging into a room. I’ve met many, too decent to ignore, too aloof to intrude. something’s in me some energy while qualification is self-sacrifice. we check in we analyze it was reaching to trespass. a gutty soul a muddy soul while rinsed at baptism. a priest at the séance a miracle at the brains, a feather in his pocket. a ring in a stump a trefoil in a patch a delivery too early. but a decent memory while eating ribs so confused about all the yelling. a noisy closet a chair for patients a teacher so roughly.

 

I close-in a shaded self a forward on disorder while perception points as arising in backyards. a fuse in self a driven machine where thinking seems correct. so aloof as from being wrong but a problem only in me. so jejune so trite so difficult to get through. a man at his loses as losing big where most have bypassed his grave. a man as next of kin a woman as sultry or oceans as wavy. to die forever while feeling awakened with an audience knowing my destiny.   

The Boy In His Crib

 

(malaise thickens into thickets, I want to vanish, I’m filled with angst.) corners keep appearing or transposing, I sit in an attic. (blues blazes neutrally), I feel detached, old clothes are dusty. life has wept or souls are weeping but joys enter at seconds. sure to flee of shore night penchants some pensive beginning. I see scenes made privy to passion or pain or plastic cries. a baby is in his crib, he chirps, he whines, he’s screaming. an image arrives, contact is made, the baby hushes down. a woman takes him, she sits in a chair, she nurses him. I was aware those days, but couth those lies, where once involved behavior is sensual mystique. (tides are rising maybe tugging at their moon while a little boy is growing.) he likes to laugh. life is funny. but he has buried a scream. too much milk, the boy has stomach aches, mother gives him Mylanta. years shiver, realism hits harder he finds practicality or religion inbred some galloping inside with eyes speaking to innocence. (it alarms him, our human nature—if it’s negative – we hold on too it!) souls are aware, but humans are unaware, where some behaviors are amuck. but ensoul flatness, undress beauty, arrive into someone pristine; a dear challenge a fantast fence at regular insecurities. but it’s different elsewhere, it’s a unique orientation, certain characters/attractions are stereotyped. one is expected to drift/deviate, another is suspected to go astray, but many are fighting a raging trait. the boy is a youngster, 18 years of age, fraught suddenly by a phantom. a symbol as it distresses or speaking to hemispheres while it lurks where others can’t reach.     an opus in fears a mystic in essence where things can’t be explained: like passing through suspension or boundless atmosphere or a coven striking one into a spectrum. but mother is dying. her face has fallen. death is playing a cruel prank. mother is gripping sheets. she pleads with unbelief. she longs for existential pardon. father is cultic but immoral/amoral where behavior is pool or backgammon or dice. some intricate anxiety – where discomfort is medicated – while ownership is covered in turbid excuses: by pensive paradox, opposing forces, so opposite they seem clear together. or something priceless, as imposed by perception, so disappointing it alters a person indefinitely.     a tinge of sunburst an amusing crush where often one just needs to find shelter. as bleeding bone dry, or racing so into closets, while others watch, crosspollinate, even share notes. some thrill in others dying, such illness in normal patients the young man sits in isolation.                    

Thunder Ocean

 

into knots such failure in friends sorrow bleeding elixirs; a caveman a reluctant man at leaves counting veins. so possessed as something grieving so adored in fiction. a boon for anxiety a pear for monkeys at a creative fount. I would capture so little in some gift while it was procedure. 

a box inside as opened inside with existence leaking out. so many gawking or nervous like deer by lights. eating wilderness burning mind-wood such as confused over closeness. to have running access where it seemed holy while access is given with independence.

 

I would gather a cure something in those eyes while so lost about winning. it couldn’t be real a bottle of marshweed or some science unbeknownst to us. such peccable souls at torn dynasties while parents are liquidated. over ceramic mugs slammed into mirrors such knees upon glass; cut sorely as blood trickles such ruined tiles. such mossy mildew as mannish behavior if to love while begging for clarity. to leave us there, curdling in a corner, such shivering in blueness. those waves by ghosts those legs to another where calves should believe. into a pinwheel or inner buoyancy aside an octopus. brains unraveled or suspense screaming as to have such in one day.     such adoring accent sure into fire while lost over you. so personal such pain while glory might visit. it would in mornings such beyond behavior, to imagine what a man by-pass-es!     sweet lilting voice such roses with shame as a sudden conscienceness sprouts tearing remorse. but days are silent a feeling regauges while hearing it means more than doubting it.

 

meticulous detail as to every word so thrilled when you smile. but major high or major low where most are flat. a discreet meter such loathing self while making love. so detached so terrific or such euphoria at its point. too shifted if but to drive doing like 70. a gated residential a riding roller at tips in souls losing contractions. but a female scholar so much lost to maintain—while closeness is now analytical. a bundle of motion a tornado inside while adrift a blimp.     I walk away. you bring it back. we’ve visited many rooms!       

Foggy Firehouse

 

upon subtleties some wound where existence is a parable. so late at resurrection or furious grays where plaster is see-through. a mountain slide so much mud while so thirsty. so built into royalty, so salacious, so articulate. by gates whispering softly while your arms are tugged. such chaos as more damage while angry at another; most instinctively, a behavior in absence where knowledge of the unsaid, causes vacancies. a small gnat or a huge sky so familiar with dis-channeling. but primal men in dens with mosquitoes while taking has become important.

 

I would implode, as holding records, proofs for evaluation. I saw a woman I caressed an inclination it seems identifiable. such a curse as one might swim as so far into dirt patches; the fields in me those small planets or some makeshift oasis. brown bark, auburn leaves, so defensive it starts to intrude. or raven skin aside raven mane aside dark black beauty. some chasm in me as trying its distance as remote while so close. a man thinks of self, inside of self, is left with self. a nice kitten a little puppy they grew together. value becomes numb a moment isn’t for thinking a brain will relinquish—as temperament all boundaries a ghost gets to trespass ink. 

we seem to stink or ever fresh or somewhere in between. how has clarity mixed so murky in turbid analyses? 

a bit listless a famous space where it seems deep inadequacy. have we asked self a dear question concerning what works? the amore of differences the war to entertain the feeling of suppression; to imagine something true, a man is matched, a woman is romanced. I unknit a sweatshirt some metaphor I rebuilt a private edifice.

 

we fix things at times, unknowingly courted, while we never disturbed anything. it becomes clown-faced or itchy while another waits only for beauty: a world in design, a place insecure, but it feels good given the best of ourselves.    

Adults Are Reconditioning

 

it must be humor, or tragic flame inside a sunflower. convictions outdated or pain elated while Love is hysterical. fighting to exist or ignoring for survival or so difficult people hate you.

a wistful whisper a wrangling wind such wealth into a weasel.

to die in anguish or to adore a snake with pure dysfunction. a party of sorrows a gift in happiness so much courage to argue. cirrus skies or nebulous kisses as we need a first repeated encounter. a believer in goodness as it gets vague at so many social scenes.

dealing as an amateur trying in a kingdom where Jimmy has been intuitive sense five.

a firebird a sunbird as sensing dying is illegal. a fair adjustment so many too infantile while self-privilege became enormous. such familiar habits upon a monocle where most teeter through existence.

a battle to adore you, a fight to heal you, over thirty years of debris.

at an asylum, where they would visit, so abandoned to a mistake—the furious news, while Love was an object a man going through energies.

too gifted to die, dying, nonetheless, while it never meant it would register. acute lies or devastation, where a low medium has approached your sunshine. such useless friendship. such rigorous forgiveness. as close enough to find a weakness!

some typical klutz as stepping over snares while others are worrying. so boxed into a region, so unboxed mentally, while often we lie.

if untangled those souls would whistle some island interior at pains to adjust to you. a beautiful massacre such intestines splayed asunder, if but to love as freedom protects!

or upon timbre so spatial so treasured … to live forever – as coming into wilderness – such sweet/sour conditioning.   

Cigarettes & Gallica

into suspension or idyllic over rustic flame as an old abused child. so hectic in pain such a sickle to mother’s soil at roots dating back to ancestors. so odic as in poetic while thetic as in his thesis. too surreal to believe you, like old lovers dying away, such chastity in religiosity—if to know its purpose if to undress its moral, when secure in its innocence. a bolder man would have you such serendipity if one dies in essence to unbolt resistance. so cured or tucked so deep as in miseries those comforts so ironic with seismic underpinnings. hear in self a bell as a phone where guidance tells us against wrongs. what are ethics/morals, they are inner chambers, philosophy is going crazy? an ideal a higher temperature while so difficult to explain, if but to know what people respond to! deeper underbrush a plumbless sea so bedded by mistakes.     deathless/endless attraction, so unbehaved/behaved some contradiction driven to insanity 

as dying is beautiful so much revving agony so cursed it was demons or ghosts or omens or you! 

sudden harpoon delicious crumpets or a dahlia upon a prayer: rosebuds or beads over talismans or screams such a delicate warrior—a mélange of motions a signal afar so uncomfortable to be recognized. as conditioned creatures. it isn’t but rosy. if to realize how culture condemns us! 

but a lasting kef in a dying lighter upon a cigarette at 3 a.m.

 

songlike emotion while we remove intelligence as forgetting how we found each other. something inside as it blazes most ghettoes strive by agonies.     to have met as unequal(s) while both are catching footballs.     under a pinion aside a destination while forfeiting what might ensue; company kept while listening to perversion rereading notes. to look at faces while so deceitful to watch as pains piano forward.     a choir inside those years inside while we claim absolute knowledge.

The Brain Ship

 

so Holocaustic so scandalous while in a second so vicious; clanking by gongs an execution—some noose some apparatus where a neck snaps under. 

iron chains trekking a long desert chewing cactus.

 

I appear to a fret while damn near against harmony such theologians float in turmoil. a smock for us a dear hallucination where patience builds dung. tables or tablets, notes or notebooks, a diary in a treehouse; an inner voyeur some internal territory upon a garden of gazanias.     I was in myself, I was aloof to myself, it felt hell such contradiction; as denial is fatal, but denial might help, where watching is painful. what is boundary, where one collapses, but helping feels treason against self? such character as holding deception but it needs a friend. what in scripture permits for deaths while it’s all the above? databases filled with wheat kitchens fraught by fibers, while nonresistance makes a woman smile. 

the witness inside as perceiving deaths raging to be with peace. 

such a doorbell. it keeps ringing. while no one is listening. in fact, it never happened! 

needing our feelings while safeguarding our feelings where utopia is destroyed by souls. such dystopia such allegories if but to tell the last fable. unwritten kindness, so correct with some, so opened to others. our lies as webs our curses as dreaded such slices or splices some island in cells. 

poverty for the rich. or riches for the poor. while giving is alike to assessments.

 

a cup of oranges a bottle of independence while days keep passing by. ingredients by existence or those draft riots at some lake in Vegas. to look around so empty such room for expansion. a surplus of ignorance, plain stupidity, when a face is suddenly obvious. but a casket in jungles, so reboxed such a priestly rebel. cards falling. dice erased. one last chance at something immediate.     (let the story read as it was observed with correct interpretation.)  

We Re-puncture Wounds

 

aside a truffle next to a cherry patch inside a memory. a need for pleasures or raw against pleasures so astute so ascetic. maybe a solvent or maybe bleach while most persons are misquoted. over angel pasta a serious demeaner while we part with a kiss; over cabernet at some space while intonation is unfriendly. so much for peace, when in charge, as long as nature obeys. different coping styles so pathogenic where most are pathological. barely supported, up against an iron wall, while something said as nothing, is heavily envied. most desperate such fever for validation while crawling or scraping such aching if but to pass. sonic sound, such sound, while it was nice during resistance. the start was poetry the cousin is prose we baptized inkpads. a tree next to a burial we wonder if granny left the coffin. oh by stealth to merely give an attitude while hating a bit see-through—the vandalism inside such brainiac graffiti inside at some discussion about life inside. it seems clear, most will fail us, but life inside in mostly tangible. so frabjous such glabrous fever while so philosophical—a cut in sociology so smart to boot while so short tempered—a fret in a feeling a soul in a helicopter such swimming through intellectuality. 

upon a tabletop sits a terrycloth aside a candle. marbles associated in sequences or stars aside death-plants—so far gone so alive a man with more pain than most; to know your fret to feel with empathy to restrain nutty outbursts. such an engineer, while this is true, if I love I build! 

you know your name, a spirit associates that name, a feeling appointed in a heated second. 

seated in spasms his life has changed or pumping iron as remote in self, for rain kept dripping, his face is pure evil. so close it hurts so familiar we laugh while coping is a habit. so bad in a state so encouraged to survive while it wasn’t meant to struggle. so we guess! 

concentrate on beauty become consumed by beauty—this sounds dangerous! edify self, become edification, where most are pimps, pushers, and unevolved. it sounds difficult! 

getting lost caught a bus dropped off on Wilshire. walking westward or peeking into salons while everyone was hungry—for love or life or a friend. it seemed crazy such movement as in a given direction. so deliberate, I need feelings, why has it taken so long? met one so decent so uncontrolled—such life such paint plus sheer distraction. curly glow hips like hearts such a tiny creature. our madness our lies a man running—so much to tell a story—so much to open roofs, with hellish gnarms pouring inward: mother’s gone, father’s a ?, or identity depends on reception.       

Helicopter Propellers

 

a raw face such heathens in me such sin by tips of given fingers. macaroni thoughts or spaghetti feelings so surprised by healing. so passive at it so aggressive with it at turns, fire churning. something to give so much to exhaust while parts are bleeding. taught to deceive as tried like angels where forgiveness isn’t random. so civilized or too concerned while flipping into atmosphere. celebrated aroma or uncustomed rites as a passage in identity. so numb so terrific with banners at his frontal lobes. a fiesta of pains while inadequate a forced feeling to untie knots. such close connection sure into flame while a soul seized a necktie. too many allusions so secretive while most fear being pegged. a tear in clairvoyance a beer for the sage so apologetic about an illness. so perfect that way, as over there, while love is understated. such futility such foreshadowing while careless symbols scream against fairytales. a bit voiceless in this, fury has ignited, while they grip a supposed raft. 

the Great Thirst if but to survive if but to elevate     but hell is an anchor some crane we carry whales     so much waste such sulfur in liquor or a woman a man cannot have. 

private panties or glorious gadgets so afar like right there     by practicality by an erased passed lot by a zillion on the dice game     by a true friend as there when thickets would kill a weaker soul. 

an excellent mask as it covers nostrils while it might be removed. a phantom fighter a ghost restored a feeling like life is good! a million for a plate, a thousand on wines or a hundred for caviar. so spawned a trillion-dollar egg while it gets difficult. at a restaurant when Love entered. too fly too depressed. but Love took interest. a fair dialogue, never a hound, while friendship might blossom into matrimony. such a tale to self, such a ride in self, while most refuse a feeling in self. 

the magician was ousted the mystic was scientific the pain was illusory. intra-sentience or inter-planets while so concerned for you. content words or delusional maintenance at sophisticated answers. a bold encounter a person too wise while we become defensive. to lose mistakes to gain mistakes as accustomed to mistakes. 

by wound to lift by functionality to win while a soul might puncture a universe. such a swoosh such a living while giving little hurts.      

Uncage The Bird Voice

 

sweeter cadence delectable fury so abstract into a prayer. missingness or slow days while counting angels. the fire is blazing or firewood is churning so deceitful a spent heart. I would die if Love was interested such lines we chalk. someone has to lose while others win, such losing for a long while. a landmark pain an excruciating pain while it pops up suddenly. so solicited by religiosity so feral into winds at battles to breathe. a facet in a scar a film in a theater or a priest with a lover. indeed, soft agony biblic manipulation we reinterpret as it fits us. the towerman is alert the woman is mad she needs her lover; some short penalty some darker flesh, we chase forever. a woman in a movie, a miracle in a movie, such pain in a movie. the maestro is screaming such a kitchen with mother so much a problem with losing. we need paradise we need Milton we need philosophy. so existential as treasured candy while avoiding nothingness. 

I was at a shower such beauty in eyes I concentrate too much. rereading emancipation harping on manumission while reluctant to state something obvious. it was soon into me a person I admired where something foul hangs on a feeling. to balk is to hurt, for others don’t believe, while a person might become too religious. a midnight vigil. it’s a bit cold. where Love chances an emotion. so opalescent such irrigation while most souls are irreligious. it hurts to feel. it’s life to enjoy. while someone broke a slanted heart. to manage a misfit or to drain a wet towel where feelings are unfelt. 

I saw beauty it was alive but unassuming. I saw ugliness as deliberate where a man empathizes. 

unmask me such a pain in fretting while we topple a mansion. at Theresa lately or Camus while wondering about Sexton. indeed, running from Silvia or tampering with Virginia, while admiring Morris. a madman a watchword a curse for his people! 

Love was a coven or a scream so dark so light the energy. a fireball a drill a blood renewal. 

by soul-wake or soulquake into a sea-storm. those frets as bleeding as times cringe where she was so estranged. 

like a screenplay this chess in life so associated with atrocities. those precious vines those precious intentions where a man can’t payback. 

I would love or cherish such a scoundrel at compassion. meeting witches moving at kabbala or freezing a foxglove. at some space where it terrifies as forced to tread a sea-wire. looking at a savior knowing she shall vanish while hunting myself. 

I missed a crevice some would become affronted while never a winning relation. so thetic such a weft or remodeling a self-image. but Love seems spotless or refined or re-necessary.    

Women Reestablishing Identity

 

so clever or instinctive such watching an eye half opened—such a warrior so much a woman in need of equality. a great soldier so many wounds/awards such a glorious speech.     sore sycamores sweaty cypress oaken traumas. by will by beauty by dark betrayal. waiting for love vying/vetting for love so much ammunition. I wrestle a seagull—the ocean is blues—the rocks are jutted. so much cotton so many cottages while people become overfamiliar. but a military survivor a true gut so much attached to rights—egalitarian born running for delight while petting uneasiness. polite to some controversial with others, it never meant its full interpretation. warrior garments a sexiness in skies while not necessarily unholy. an old familiar scarf. a pair of old tennis shoes. a pair of tried denims. so unsparing with compassion, so quick to withdraw, an eye for the funny business. so unprotected such a war—often right at home. too strong to sense too weak to acknowledge too even to be accepted. such wiles in horizons as a fulfilled creature while listening to unsaid prejudices. bias about wrongness, upfront till it hurts, carrying a ship of feelings. now to water pots or property lines or re-narrating existence—as for woman such breaking cages so much repainting margins—running wildly, claiming skies, so effective it destroys;

                        a motive to succeed an extraordinary resilience while said in earnest.

                        a lamp was moved. it was set atop a trophy case. such armor just to breathe. the ideal seems flawed, turtles carry certain triumphs, as souls encompassed by adversaries. but an inrushing pride while affected by woes or effected by media. sure patient pain. big buried blurriness. sound sullen into sexes.

                        to lose usage aside something vital where a heart might be damaged. a last flight looking at a child or a dear friend—trembling, sore dejected, but happy, encouraged to grip the light.  

Smoky Skies

 

a ghetto wolf a baby monster such cognitive skills. to admit trauma, as a younger person, is to admit dysfunction, abnormality, or plain disaffection.

was mommy loving, was pops reinforcing, a high ego disguising pain. so many padlocks such a need for a coach, while too distressed to trust.

I skate further, as aware of the function, while designed by nature. so nurtured in ways, as to listen in ways, too far gone in ways. semi-full semi-starving while some things are indicative of humans. so understudied so underground while developing at a rapid pace. but was she nice was life sweet was a child told he will succeed? so much as asking for a hydrant, a machine, while most were shown healthy! nevertheless, we hit traffic we left backwoods we drifted into the winds. a ghostman a wolverine while functioning nonfunctionally.

a Christ in souls a moon in spirits so adjusted as inadequate. to take a goblet to notice behaviors while blacksmithing self. a chiseler a woodworker a welder. a mirrorman a disappearing man so fortunate to know a few claiming normal. but affection needed, or numbness colder, aside a creek pitching quarters. to fiddle a garter snake to laugh with a lizard or stumbling into a diamond factory.

it seems weird to me, this thing in people, while it develops in me. so strange to expect so easy to agitate while we function according to our environment. so much a leap such a tale in quantum physics while souls are made for research. a last thought, where it seems obvious, we assess normal based upon our surroundings.    

Was Never Cheerful Like That!

 

I lay abed or stream sensing an uneasy woman. I un-adore chaos while fiending for disorder, as familiar to silence. tiger eyes or cheetah veins so softer when she greets. maybe a bit of hatred, for tiles are endurance, but beauty is fragile—succinct pain indistinct misery while happiness floods its castle. if to break tyranny if to get inward where two identify with needing acceptance: by blood in brains by seas in intuition or so thrusted by spears. at an enduring woman by a caged man as both walk in skin. beautiful dialogue by serpent trees while apples have become fulsome. but more to hunting rites in a dangerous jungle where hairless-sorrow becomes edible. souls cannot depart, as so alone, but never solitary; sea contradiction or paradox such reason, resilience, so hands-off but so intimate. a frown in essence a sneeze internal where mystery surprises its melancholy. in a talking bear so sore a claw while nails scrape flesh; something needs itself, something tries to kill us, such privacy in a young survivor. by dreams of a coyote, to arise as a human, to sense ants crawling in sheets. most have damage or fiery imprints while such tender palms. so vacuumed so sullen, but he didn’t support her. by fear manifested in intelligence as a soul bankrupt. they qualm over words. scholastics muse wisdom. while so close but unaccepted. to read in private, but never vocal, seated, preferring media, wild eyes, such gorgeous possibilities; as improbable winners as a curse made sweet into a woman made glory. seasons passed, so long ago, where she lingers—she sounds in echoes, she dies so happy, such rings speak to losing. nothing so gentle a touch in a dark room a building in its kitchen. but kindness of a simple embrace while voltage betrayed them. to become as rooted like a granduncle. (some need to adore gloomy as producing lights into such a cure—those threshing eyes by winnowing flesh, if but to believe in you!)    

Pictureless Existence

 

like a voiceless brick so stressed so much nonpurpose. like a carnival we take rides we pay fares. so afar or so near while debating existence. to each his woes. to life its variety. or better, to skies our restraints. one will listen to three, side with one, as turning on all souls. such a chantress so many mantras at nakedness so familiar. a desert is a mannikin a mind is a ventriloquist—while gut is a fireball. so brilliant such our worlds such trump-tight. upon a diamond as remorse seems alien such orientation—a mile to justice trekking a mudslide as slipping, losing his grip. such zillion-dollar habits, such trillion-dollar addictions, while nothing treats us worse; a field of foxes a soul of Samson while wrestling invisibility. such a second to emote a gorilla as such to skip necessity.

            an angry man finds pain. a happy man ignores pain. an uninformed man skates like a breeze. or something lingers an uneasiness while life looks emoted. by epitome of love by dearness of affection by neurons haywire. a creature of his feelings where it looks mutual, but they still attack.

            those miseries those soundless trees at unphysical understanding. so shapeless so vexed at a fount in Vegas. such gambling most at tables while a center attraction. we need wisdom to figure humans while most repeat a cycle. so done before, as so new to us, while trying immortalization.

            by dolor to sink while drained of reason. they never tell, in eyes filled, where understanding permits intensity.

            I imagine where it stings, a scorpion gunning, sure into deliberation. certain fission so sublime where actions tend not to speak. a frenzy inside a bother in sugarcane such nectar poured into cups. by doctrine to behave by rules not to scream while things are designed to mitigate—as in fire or emotion or another misperceiving; but flame as unspoken a man carries a mountain.

            by prestige to capture while keeping is responsibility. often, we visit. often, we leave. often, something new is shadowed by several decades.              

Mountain Hat: Brush Cane

 

alone inside, so comfy aside, or adrift a delusion. it gets right or medium while a soul (desires) more. a tale about discomfort, like conscription, a mind made bosky.

            I felt pain it seemed unreal a man might repay his entire life. so smart so unique while so see-through. the village is stale winds are odiferous we play a dear game.

            I met a person I never spoke I seem so talkative. but a vault keeper but heavy into trauma while performing like nothing happened. a bit to cheers but let’s be honest too much rain will flood the neighborhood.

            inside a funny bone looking intently at one staring at carpet. certain realities while we never know unless one is careless. a fragile antenna a filthy intention while some are authentic. eating marshweed, into a hyena’s dreams, as popping out like a grim reaper.

            I spin silk or sit steadily while listening to something crumble at its detonation.

            we might feel mercy but never certainty while a person looks cheerful. such alienation but so close while it feels like the Jaws of Life; stripped from his bowels shredded from his loins while patient to outlive another’s fermentation.

            I would sit in essence reading a magazine wondering how we exist. such indecencies or futilities at a long ride to Spain. some creature where looks aren’t definitions insomuch as needing her orientation. what channel what conduit what resistance?

            by double shame while bouncing back, for some it doesn’t register. a fuse into a candle a wick into a human a desert for lunch.

            I determine a few as perfected in imperfection while honest enough to hurt us. so simple it seems so egregious she seems while life might prove a dear friend.

            the mental influx those decaf signals while caffeine might scream at us. a gesture in subtlety as to adore in subtlety or such dedication to provoke hypersensitivity.         

Glorious Matrimony

 

the sound is beautiful. so much to treasure. some island or trail such journey to get close. at mime art at Monet such remarkable courage. achy bones filled with pudding so crazed about losing. a vast universe, but one soul, a tear made strong. an unbolted fever such taboo relation such burgeon in a direction. pastel eyes or frantic elements where arms relax the sun is helium. lipstick to collar, maybe a bit deliberately, our first passion was Paris.

            sandstone skin winerock essence a jaguar’s intelligence; by root or origin or survival.

            such undisguised fury too steady to die such marble dreams.

            morals of a nun such shame to desecrate a miracle in flesh; bulbous prayers bucolic memories so bold so demanding.

            leather boots such devastation a soul always at trial; born toiling unborn boiling as arriving like a scream. fixed at a gaze ablaze like fire such churning to un-distress. by camera campaign by chalice in spirit a meter infused by skies.

            a neat disclaimer by radical intake where most are sailing. so careful such in a scream a face embedded in its pillow. but gorgeous beginnings seasoned souls such dear distinction.

            punctured inside running wild inside such new feelings. a cry of eagles a rocky mountain a seesaw upon skies. by internal voice so addressed in life where most are indistinguishable.

            lustrous elixir feral climate at determination to fly; right aside us the best of our whispers as sold to ether. a fret of a feeling a ghost as swooshing an emotion on brains.

to depart with life wrapped in rockets. such peace in essence at a flame like memories. lost is lands sweet lotic stream a green silence. to depend in science to adore in hope such spatial sockets. at deeper soul, aflame in darkness, such brightness to exist.     

Celestial Mistakes

 

alleluia!

insect undertakers, consequently cousins, a man is tested for privilege. so warped as a cultural response,

so angry as a future omniscience so bold first thing his morning.

I met feelings a jasmine lizard a Jesus lizard while overpowered by a lady’s essence.

            beleaguered by oppression sensitive to dialogue a bit mad about existence; as a little person in a huge atmosphere, I sense only representatives. a blackness lawyer, a cultural advocate, while a woman might come forth—of noncolor a warrior at gates such prose to face a mountain. subliminal fire or accented flame after madness for lunch. we sense it, it’s academic genetics, while lenient on a mirror—fireworks, bloodshot eyes, a man fuming.

 

such glamor so warped while disasters seem natural. so much kinship on a dreary landscape too precious to succumb. murmurous spirits as knowing her name while riding execution; a summary of facts a message in Greek a piece of pie with consequences.

 

today was slow moving, as erased from centers with a vase in palms. lots of ashes a drink or two pulled into hemispheres. so honorific. it means so much. while liquid into a sewer. some sketchbook aside a trance-zone, while wondering an exact measure.

 

a science to attraction a fret in a mansion such curious spirits. a new autograph a rare agenda while life seems imperfect. untoward of me. some alienation in me. but an adolescent noticing aggression. maybe she laughs maybe she cares maybe times are conglomerate with electricity. maybe margins are God’s mistakes.      

Dear Writer,

 

if I dell about skies or precious sequences if so—a breadth between ails. sundew smile or salacious humor by hearth of fire. a space for plants or plankton or links in phones our souls ringing. so wrung by disaffection so eager to unchain so appreciative of giant spirits.

            alien tissue such languishing issues while life has misused many. upon a water lily or struggling marshweed(s) at a muddy/murky pond. awakened by a platypus shuffling a mayfly like desert animals. a cactus as a flower, a feeling as instructor, upon a fascination.

            incomplete fragments spliced rejuvenation a funeral outside. a cloud containing histories. an emotion trying its exile. a fisherman unstudied or a gargle at a mansion. such barking a large canine so fluffy so gentle. miles to arrival so close but missing bolts. a singsong feeling so engrossed, a person loses self; to need belief to assign heartbeats so much a candidate for leadership. a world inside a watchword for passion a scream for motivation.

            launched at a lotus. astonished by miracles. where it changes in degrees.

            a kindred soul in us, a bit offbeat in us, a need for a few clichés.

arising from outskirts to singing in margins to witnessing antique settees. a friend of listening an instinct for perceiving where we like our own. if to ask a question, as from an “other,” one might show offense. if asked same question, as from a colleague, one might smile a reply.

 

building boarders leaping sky-cliffs or petting bears. such dry weather such drier grass born unbeknownst to horizons. a shrew in a patch, running swiftly, scaring a passerby. or wigs those days hampered for equality such egalitarians. so off-point, such elevation, while believing is akin to feeling. some at psychedelics as licking frogs while some are dying suddenly.     if I tell life or scream into silence while it reverberates unto nations. so prehistoric even a shoebill such love is too demanding. a writer at existence so many hours while a partner must adjust. by emotion by acrobatics by justice. to have something allergic something smitten such ghosts!

Typed Into The Umbilical

 

out at dawn our bodies like prosodies such a vicious beginning. a bit exciting so much our seas while trying to bottom an Impala. drag it, push it harder, flee quickly. some thief some justice while it ends in disarray. pure fumbling as trying electric sitting without direction. burnish his pride or polish his ego or deflate his universe.     we met at medium school, we grouped, it was illegal. we grouped again.     they cause a stir they sense jasper so wild too early.     but elevated those winds such rebellious bars at a miracle to live. by debt in its jadedness by jade-crimson eyes so different those first cries. too much to ask, but death is furious, would to hold like skin?     a hatchet in a barn, a building in adolescence, it reigns as true, the foundation is life!     polyester bedsheets. denim pillowcases. a remarkable kitchen.     Love knew dying. It’s lopsided. It attacks with fury. a soul might learn it, a soul might adorn it, while vipers are warning.     sure into fire sore into anxiety while something is peculiar: a handsaw for ink, a chainsaw for pain, while so destroyed inside.     a cautious soul, another says, “Live,” another is a monk. so hungry for existence as defined while life is perception. espionage seams, leaky hypocrisy, or chasing an insect’s leisure.     savior insanity or preoccupied, while I wonder how others entertain up-there. bloodshed identity. glassdoor gladness. And pure uncertainty.     from cradle to grave such winning while alert feeling funky. icebox marksmen arrows for Zen or music for mystics. a craving man in high essence while we negotiate the good life. fireworks in her to chirpsing while so bashful it reminds of puppies.          

Elated/Dismal

 

riff through dues or rue atmosphere a man

needs fishing tools. some explained carpenter

or eyes low, spirit vibrant, such stature of winning.

by shells in-souled such precious details.

to tell a story our first coffee our nearby

hearthstone. so Missouri at times, asking

please show me, while unleveled like blueprints.

maybe a stingray maybe uncanny or maybe dystopia.

but a hypocrite as reaching when catastrophe struck.

so phobic of dying so much those seaweeds while

such a seahorse. so skeptical on unions as revising unions

if but a puzzle I fit the pieces.

 

too rowdy inside a bit unsettled inside I see lies inside. some barbaric man some womanizer while over three decades at equality. maybe a foolish dreamer, asking for too much, while forfeiting the last entourage. or too close as an inner fantasy some world no one understands. I do see, such quickness, as a mind adapts to its career. if medicine it’s swift, if literature it’s defined, if a fisherman it’s bait—some fertile adventure some island we endure, but most are unjustified. living for an ideal or searching for my own, if but told something agreeable. jacinth origin or brown miracles or often elated/dismal such pure paradox.   

Crush Unknitted

 

astute soul aside grief’s tree such a memory to time. such raw dejection such photographic happiness, sunk into me—a passing valley a deeper gander so soft in aloneness; some kiss hoped upon some danger in penalty sweet Labelle in sin. so hard to ignore sullen angst too much to hear of ideation too distinct to notice grime. by wowing presence by astute prose by winter afar. a virus afore time a prosperous infection while a moment passed desperation. but I digress as abused by beauty so gray these summers. but a jagged jigsaw too misused to love—as signs bleed at posts.           

maybe a nightshirt or a nightdress aside a nightgown. maybe see-through undies maybe shaved like pruned or maybe too offensive to ever touch sophistication. by night-watchers at a night tower, running through country streets; somewhere in Italy somewhere in France such dear rain in Ethiopia. I’d never utter or dare mention such origin in time. such melting as over letters to have defended a feeling. reindeer in forests ice-glass in Dakota, or fire brimming in Cancun. a puma atop a car, a child deep in mind but blackberries with margaritas.  

There’s A Space …

 

a hut beneath a thatch if made of love. needing so much if but entitled so abandoned to believing. a genus of souls or barriers to breathing upon gooseberry kites. such gravidity such miles looking hagridden. years at music or fleeing cymbals so wild a feeling in distrust. to adore like winning to lose like winning while feelings are often buried. aside a maple tree inside its roots such rings for every death. an oatmeal cookie, a little milk, it hampers nausea. or dark tears flushed in anguish as never this melting again. mother baked peaches or granny loved steak, as broiled such cooked gristle. a man to a cycle a fiscal year trauma so good for a few months. ghetto squalor or serenity prose, a mountain between a living room—an elephant as comfort. too many mirages or softer into a miracle, so many plants in fields. an aura in essence a speaking countenance while we forget it was earned. silkworms spin innocence as writhed by deaths—we become uncanny. upon a sky wish into a sky tomb while so much better than circumstances. a flame we carry a match we blow while a fuse we ingest. saxophones in tunnels. people escaping anxieties. while subtle kindness strikes a nerve. some are aware, they grip opportunity, for it slips into silence. three hearts, a moving machine such cousins of an octopus.

deforest me. teach me to see. hills are blocking the ocean. such clamoring shelves such sunken beliefs where many are celebrating. doors shut only to open while most tears are made immortal. a sad moment such rejoicing, Edith had a baby boy. seas are never full, waters are mostly salty, we muse at a seahorse. levels in a piano beauty in selection or mercy for fallibility. a pin of alpacas a cage for a quokka while feeling uneasy. miles to justice, sensing misdirection, while silenced by love. a voice in me, a seed in us, so again to knees. here’s a voucher aside a gift left to wonder about kindness. steeped in a photo, roaming a fast island, rotating in a cloud. so austere so inflexible, while it churns.  

Roofs Are Retarred

like fleeing a regime or absconding parole, or seeking asylum; a need for freedom a palm of ghosts, while women are trespassed or mutilated or destroyed. so little to take essence to leave a person struggling, if but to obtain similar innocence. maybe astute winners or re-customed sinners at reverie is some box.

                                    by lethal absence to need connectivity where one is at something uncouth: carpet treasures or floating helium at some terrific story. a preemptive blow while money makes for believable, some uncrowded funeral. visions of monkeys some talkative macaque, we’ve been laughing and hiding for hours.

                                    a bag of macadamias a cup of sundried emotions or a plate with faces.

                        to have something to feel proud of while the neighbor just purchased unsaid item. to becoming intimate, to having affairs in streets, while nothing is solemn.

            over a lifespan screams will appear where demons will manifest. social vampires or receptive citadels while castles are falling into sewers.

            eyes jarring me or passion seeming unprotected or love sought beyond a given second.

            are we meant to be secure, such rubescent charms, while letting go might be freedom? sweet manumission while being sincere, most oppression is external—prior to internal staircases—a social pain or game such Yahtzee such tetras as many disclose on the last day.

                        with knuckles dragging with deep sincerity—it would be experimental!

                        some essence some morgue some fight by breastbone. like a jackknife into a rib where reality slips into a vision.

            a muzzle on a secret a person so close while last to be made excellent. fiddling a pinecone reminiscing on a butterfly, we get angry at impure realities. we pretend at times such documents lately while critical thought means we discuss that? pure fatigue. trying to adore. trying to ignore—those balconies those hills those mountains.

                                                to find one truth, to love is to unsettle, while we never share whistles