so
much hollering the kitchen is bloody the carpet has oil tracks. finance is
bills love is mischief sore into midnight. the ice castle such gloom a broom or
a marriage. too faithful, as only mind, while body takes a trip. hang-ups such
setbacks plus taxes. hands high, hoods low, a mad person is a deep person. such
panic such Jesus while just re-baptized. the pulpit those in charge while the
hem is bleeding. too many faces too man shortcuts if but a dollar to praise.
prisons packed, people dying plus Covid-19. but a stowaway or a souvenir or
some person asking politely. fiddly
pains, mother strange fruit, or blimps teasing ghettoes. it isn’t living to
feel abandoned to scrape nickels: a hungry child a wild weed while too many ran
into banks. I lost a friend I was disgusted it felt like freezing. hands-up on
a late morning just about noon; such kilowatts such blind miracles while a
judge felt tired. upon a nova, a bit to doctoring while infused I met with
reality. dirty steps or filthy thoughts so long it becomes countenance; or
raw/pure evil such a gavel where republicans have become a gang. teachers
stressed, mothers freebasing, rich have-nots snorting like its happiness. as
not to offend, or to sound preachy, but it un-delights a falling soul. to watch
deterioration to palm a palm tree as looking back at father leaving. but sad
stories for a saddening culture while roots were beyond them damn fields. oaken
sticks for cotton backs, while African Americans were born differently; as not
Africans, while it aches, we can’t look eye to eye. I hit a store I grab a
Magnum we seem a bit angry. lux multiplied, to increase brightness, we marvel
at devastating beauty! running
through grass slipping quickly a scraped knee. eating a pomegranate as making a
mess, while daughters are seated by inspiration. eyes to the prize feelings to
the strong, just promise to hold me! rut into a flare, Shiraz wine, or a
cigarette looking grown. we admire wrongness we chased flame it was heaven in a
son’s ears. a pang in pregnancy, a child with child, little Suzy just turned
fifteen. cars on bricks, sinks in sewers, an alley for runaways. three blocks
over, with a wild ass pedophile, while father is a thousand miles into pimping.
I feel
like shedding if but my mind while Marvin Gaye isn’t helping. all-night parades
a feeling like paradise while it seems liquor hurts. a fool for passion to need
romance as something aside to sex. a sensuous jewel a woman with wings to know
she meant, “It’s love!” it isn’t living if tales are cold while the water is
beige. a shower with a pet a dream with a feeling a gut with a child. I think
of Tao, to know its place, how does it fit in the ghettoes? natural facts
natural poverty while they asked to take a vow! nine was age a gage in cages a
story to die quicker. our literature our housing our churches! upon a sax if screams camouflage while
minds remain raped, ravish, at ill-substance. so much credulity, (and please listen),
when a woman is dying anything sounds like heaven; or a man, not quite to
poolhalls, wondering if this is living. sky-balloons for a child dying, to
imagine listening to hustlers; gangsters on prowl kids as recruits, mothers begging
to let him free! so ascetic as taught by taunting(s) while most as seeking or damaged
by compassion; a cold claim, what’s its direction, where most people emote
emotion; as a simple reason, it’s too heavy, if but to feel freely. so contrite, looking at a basket, I told
Love don’t touch it; a car pulled up, a masked man grabbed it, I told him, “Be
free!”
luminous
intrusions or women with rare energy while so many must die for freedom. chaos
as interrogation a man enamored a setback last month. to scream at walls, such
a claim, but damn evidence. God knows! such conversation. while Felicia just
miscarried. to see the wailing, those clumps of grass, or hair filled with
bloody knuckles. as called emotional, where it takes some coldness, but it
comes to cultures differently.
