the
skin bleeds those rolling skies as a fiend misunderstood. ferric ingestion such
metallic pains while a word at a moment heals a feeling. so spatial as in
metaphysics while skeptic a gut in wounds. a kiln in blood a feral behavior
while it struck me to meet you. I was silent I said nothing while it meant
much. so automatic so quick to assess as making a decision. too concrete too
much a bookworm while most can’t stand a vague sensation; as feeling
unenchanting or rummaging inadequacies where truth be into its walls. so much a
mask a fool like cotton-candy – but a trance man, but buoyancy in a hellfire
aside a curse laughing because it hurts. so spatial as in epistemology, so
uncured by knowingness, some adventure we tease adults with. a true sage knows,
such as knowing nothing, while we still need to function.
I saw romance as
it looked smoky where wires crossed unto deaths; a feudal soul a manic soul so
close it meant to run. a bad ass body a running spigot such helium in buttocks—to
remote a reservoir to rake a lawn at something too terrible to explain. our
last keepsake our first child, while it meant underappreciated. a true underdog,
as it matters not, but still bipolar. such ghosts gunning such fey in a river
as swooshing across continents. a crop for passion a bone for picking or such
love it aches to inhale.
I was a pirate, I became
a Christian, I’m more a mystic. so lost in graves such a pallbearer a sack for
its afterlife. to disappear like two decades, most were mad it elevated. some
fuzzy word, we call it by ulterior, while patient to await its destruction.
a last word near a
millpond while father was at the sawmill. swift at it, struck her quiver, an
arrow hit a body collapsed.
