what
are rules those oceans while too wet to breathe? texting in twilight so angry
at you while some sickness bleeds us. dusky interludes bashful attraction such
heathens playing classifications. to walk like intoxication to lean like heroin
to nod like cocaine. so wrong to pop for this too dead to be living so ashamed
to have ruined humanity. some festoon some noose while one would grimace at
ropes. so sick behind us so enlove with freedom while it happened anyhow. a
cult in me all into feelings while we bass like fiending. a joint in you while
you hate me where over there so gone just a flipper. send me or deliver me or
get the bleep on! so loud a trumpet so many graves so filthy a man must have
you. it’s psychology it’s inner dirtiness, while sober I can’t stand you. again
to morals again to pain where it won’t last lately. some poet eyes some letter
in blood while a novella describes you. lines in asphalt so ontic or unclear where
metaphysics don’t capture it. I was so lonely I felt so hurt I was too manic;
blues in flesh, angst in brains, while so desperate to enter you. a true person
doing more to die where it was so second a moment. so intrusive so gone while
lovely a second in reception. so worrisome such a beat while I’d never if I could—beige
moon passion or gin with strawberries so captured to watch a mistake. such hips
such legs while in hell, have I died! oaken pencils diamond ink pens some
haystack atop a naked building. too much to see so low in dolor such alphabets
determining communication. feeling some way such emotion an ecstasy in skies. a
back room a bible a weight set; a drink or two a fret a station her mind her
body while flipped into a desert. dusty pain or a smarter endeavor while
nothing satisfies; a crazed king a dazed queen we have something against
sharing—while we creep, nonetheless.
