a
shapeless vine a dying creed to bleed black tar—so threshed but a vestige so
uncured headed to the psych. we ran streets we ran from streets as no one
understood our streets. good kids trying a zillion where millions were at preach.
the cold design, school, college, marriage, kids. so afforded a life so
thrilled to live where in one person my whole life. to a raindrop to a castle
to something fighting against human instinct. too deep too shallow or too
deranged; those phases those glazed catastrophes as many faced some type of
touching—the black sun those tarmac agendas if but sunrise at midnight. a garb
of humility but an animal in there so spliced with wire. aeipathy peaches
metaphysic ontology or a woman a man tries to visit. why some so hectic, or
others just passing where no one tried attraction? a listless man a lethargic
man such languishing in his voice. so magnetic so disrespectful as a man is
want for her; some pit some irony while she speaks satire. different calibers,
different upbringings, a detoured custom—as bent some nights crashing hard to
sleep to awaken feeling sluggish. how was it a gong so anguished wrongness
while a fever in a dungeon? bloody machetes a vein skipping or rejecting, as
time would heal a shallow melon. so unshod needing shoes while laced in boulevards—no
apologies such little respect while a man is understanding; to do as she pleases,
to die while it happened, where she put herself in a situation. too many
foibles too true to rage such flame in serious eyes. to gnaw a gash to gain for
grappling, to make like a California thief. Love was bad ass too much to ingest
such Vogue an enterprise. or inmost devils so much a need, if but to be
first in line. a coffin in a field a funeral at a poolhall a feeling so astray;
at welted winds at withered hopes while never a second glance. such wings or such a face while eating,
puffing, or sketching debris.
