(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.
