the
worse mood those fingers at pains those grins slicing flesh. so much an
extrovert he flies like misery and ever with laughter. I couldn’t do it a bit
observant even like it hurts. a true introvert a fantasyland maniac where it
never matters. certain purpose a chain chasing a shame outlandish. the candor
of the zinnia those films in adolescence so distraught it could have meant
death. I see you, so damn forgiving, while unlocking treasuries—the main piano
the guess-room or quarters so fraught by drug usage; to feel normal but a
trifle pain such rain in a man’s horizon. the wrong caste the first delivery
while Love just gave birth. so low, I never spoke it, as it consumed normality.
too much lying so much hiding while between us were a dozen secrets. a daughter
for love a snake for phantoms a hearing-ness too close to unravel. by a last
venture to touch a pound plus six keys—running through Texas meeting too many
while every eye seemed mythical. so much evilness as ever to confront it with
nothing but spirit to escape it. as surpassing feelings lost in new feelings
while I cry for old/familiar feelings.
have they inferred have they died have they a clue in essence? so much a
haven as observing life while they contemn me! … that forlorn man those
melancholic chains while I meant to go deeper. to bring literature as to read
literature or otherwise it seems nonsensical literature. our apocrypha or 66
books while we still pick and choose; it sounds crazy our God needs
interpretation, while it matches my needs! a perfect father a holy mother—just never
punish me! to surmise as to deduct while a soul might lose his self.
so cordial about it a real sickness
about it where others can’t reason about it.
how to elude self that intrusive ass
machine while I say too much? too aware to claim it too aware to hate it, while
it was meant a certain way. we cleave to consensus we take authority over
nature because it’s safer to play it by our rules. such rain on pain island
while Love just shattered a crystal.
