Wednesday, February 10, 2021

I Was The Worst

 

we sense a force it dwells in thoughts to think ethics, hunch over, vomit, damn near die. pear particles plum chinks beneath turquoise skies. I’ve been damaged or rewarded at the safehouse—some spot in Oakland some territorial pains while doing a hundred on the 210. some dream while she dies so many men so much a need—if to cherish self or humanity where morals destroy innocence. maize grass beige roots bleeding into pavements, or a stranger’s gavel, trying so hard to look innocent; apples or trees or whittles while whistling or running or standing in stillness. violet begonias a stillborn agony such helium to escape. hanging with ‘good’ people or a soul made puritan while miserable enough to frighten an unborn. an achy sunflower a jasper emotion while a man might ignore signs—so young at it so difficult with it such a need for fulltime satiation—so low with it so distressed by it so much a feeling for any damn thing! read my tarot or undress invisibility while a soul gets to thinking: if this is design, and You tolerate it, How in the nest are You not guilty? (I blame you for blaming me, we’re two from the same harvest: dirty or reluctant or enjoying with ritualistic abandon!) so filthy so clean while I was inverted; a savage dog a maniac a holy mandala! too much to excavate too embedded to remove—we cover it with dirty syrup; we bathe in gin we pray for months we feel like sadness. it sounds like hogwash, but it’s oozing with truth—some people can’t figure beyond a given sensation. it takes years while we see pathologies where conscienceness is an occupation—not a place to visit sometimes.

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