full
rest if lucky or unrest splayed in pieces. sore undergrowth or prison scars
while fighting is so continuous. to substitute for father, too sunken into his
sentence, (“You look like your damn, filthy ass, bitch’n father.”)
the
pain we keep such company feeling funny grade while a black man loves his white
woman. trying so hard the devil killing me as aggressive over heart-wars.
to
see you to inhale you such a foul cigarette. so determined it feels unsteady
while dependent upon seeing us. an aperture in his skull, momma’s only child,
her daughter died.
such layaway poison or pain or
privilege: some character, some theme, while we intuit tone. an inner gallery
filled with pictures while a woman is pure sophistication: she eats it she
stirs it she embodies it.
I was fast asleep, roaming Sunset, I
met one—so cold she took a piss in the alley. gorgeous as unbelief wearing red
leather riding a 10 speed. we chatted. it was a language. she knew to skate.
some bridge between us. I know who
you are. we might dine on literature.
from woodcut to adolescence to a
prison grave. so lost so much pepper if but an iron excellence. too deep to
climb too bent to skip so framed it’s your story. when diagnosed it becomes a
gray goose ride.
something must kill me. I can’t give
in. so private the neighbors laugh. but a sketch into a memory where so many
would destroy images. a belt for pants, a shirt for chests, such bull dozing temperaments.
by tempest dream, to want so much of you, while we might bypass fantasies.
