light
showers a sunny mirage while racing in stillness. we don’t quite care, not as
we deserve, while failing seems apropos. I write but breaking silence to find a
soul stitched while leaking. so much compassion or so unsteady while we need
affection. a ball is bouncing we ignore the bouncing ball we sit stirring in
indifferent obvious-ness. our eyes looking familiar as knowing our poker while
we unveil glasses. a patient observer or needing to call recess such salient
disbelief; to see as it makes us, to see what we’ve become, a bit of a dirty
spirit. I made those mistakes I asked questions it became carnival. a home with
grenades a pin released while angry for we spoke of an exit. so filled with
fiber so many restrooms while still quite full. sure into nothing sure into
fury while it conditions us: those messages those laughs where it was truly a
favor.
I look to brightness an even
exchange a verbal spigot. those mistakes behind me those games in cartoons
those cartoons on screens. a super-person some belief in this where most
sentences come with keys. a feeling machine, an in-home issue a man conditioned
by his dreams. I look to frames as deciding upon windowpanes or removing
chandeliers. so disputed or inner vulgarity while facing something doesn’t make
sense. in islands in sharks so dear to properties. as never a soul so close it
aches so awake it’s alarming. those wiggles those ponds in mercy in energy to
feel it vibrating. an attitude in me some indignation in me with wrongness in
me. a field aside a cliff a courtyard a side ache while eyes are cemented in diamonds.
