out
at dawn our bodies like prosodies such a vicious beginning. a bit exciting so
much our seas while trying to bottom an Impala. drag it, push it harder, flee
quickly. some thief some justice while it ends in disarray. pure fumbling as
trying electric sitting without direction. burnish his pride or polish his ego
or deflate his universe. we met at medium
school, we grouped, it was illegal. we grouped again. they cause a stir they sense jasper so
wild too early. but elevated those
winds such rebellious bars at a miracle to live. by debt in its jadedness by
jade-crimson eyes so different those first cries. too much to ask, but death is
furious, would to hold like skin? a hatchet in a barn, a building in
adolescence, it reigns as true, the foundation is life! polyester bedsheets. denim pillowcases. a
remarkable kitchen. Love knew dying.
It’s lopsided. It attacks with fury. a soul might learn it, a soul might adorn
it, while vipers are warning. sure
into fire sore into anxiety while something is peculiar: a handsaw for ink, a
chainsaw for pain, while so destroyed inside. a cautious soul, another says, “Live,”
another is a monk. so hungry for existence as defined while life is perception.
espionage seams, leaky hypocrisy, or chasing an insect’s leisure. savior insanity or preoccupied, while I wonder
how others entertain up-there. bloodshed identity. glassdoor gladness. And pure
uncertainty. from cradle to grave
such winning while alert feeling funky. icebox marksmen arrows for Zen or music
for mystics. a craving man in high essence while we negotiate the good life.
fireworks in her to chirpsing while so bashful it reminds of puppies.
