but
a sermon about the good life or goodness in pontification. a sickle to an
abstract where abstracts might become tangible; a thin barrier as denoting
behaviors where love in connotated. an emblem of what one needs, while so
hungry, as if beauty isn’t contagious.
I welted early-on, blue sunrise,
jazzy moon-calls. to smell perfume upon gorgeous a specimen while running
home-bound.
as an unfastened soul a medium soul
where essence is relatable—as giving notice while making passion or realizing
two aren’t there.
chastity distresses me. it’s a jar
one can’t open. while a combination unleashes torments. so barefaced, or
rummaging memoirs, by an interior aria. some fight to win as ignoring facts, it
means much to us claiming falsities.
saffron grass or dusty flowers while
hoping upon motivated epiphanies. so distracted such a cure where souls abandon
ideals. as seeing life as built, as still feeling vulnerable, while needing some
gift to float.
those church bells as tugging at
sanity while alms don’t cut it. the mind repeats its issues. faith becomes a
message in self. most often, the attitude wasn’t us. so arranged so coarse such
blueberry ribbons. to assist ourselves to harp upon wires or decent enough to
move gravity.
or a pirate on a ship right inside
our city. so remote at times so much a chore at times where some things can’t
be averted. such smiles such unknowingness, as to betray one cleaving to
another, (but she remembers the betrayal). deathless signs as spent in
atmosphere so wild into our wilderness. but an unpleasant reality. as never a
day alone. miles into different saviors.
I asked for freedom this deadly
creature while freedom denotes irritability. many sights inconsistent, or not
so much, as out of place with others. a fuchsia wound a crimson pain as agony
seems reluctant; the death of the person in order the life of the person, while
tears might dilute the hurting. all washed out, all too much yoga, it’s time to
war-dance. to bury mother to remember father or clumped into a corner. it meant
nothing, our bodies are given, while we seem tender over realities. to need
affection to hope for longevity while sick enough to need more help.
