I’ve
been hectic in a storm so cried-out such a palette for pain. the wrong
decisions, but can I say, yes, for it was roses those years. to fight like
grime to feel like a slug, such dredging insanity. the bipolar patient the
nonhuman the facts don’t scream silence. pigments of anxiety or featured in
self a person bleeding action. never deep enough. never on point. while
disgraced by genes; or a happy trail, finding what’s missed, with a dungeon at
permanence. smoky skies abased stars as hovering in absence. I don’t remember
goodness, I know goodness, to have claimed humanity. so abashed so angry with
neat disrespect. a soul crossed upon temperament by such non-integrity.
colleagues turn faces while realizing sustenance in a land discarded by
holiness—nonetheless, in a corner aside a lamp lives a holy animus. so Hittite
those nesting hips such Israelian thighs so much a Jewish brain; no apologies,
I said what I meant, so hell to naysayers. but a Gentile, no distinction, while
it comes first to its community. by
genetics a flinching horror while days were bliss or nights are asleep but wide
awake. a climate of treasures a might
making right as wondering how many lost controls! have I hit a cliff? have I
turned into an alley – where features color inverted reality?
aside a tigersnake
next to an agouti into a river—to awaken screaming such red diamonds a ghost at
his throat. such a banshee as terrorizing oceans a seahorse just chunked-up its
guts. such harlequin jewels those bled eyes so drunk a person is animated—those
churns at blue magic a man died at six—to carry a villain to deny it’s a
villain while suffering 28 years of the villain.
those ports those
ships a man dances in suffering. such glory as bold to deaths such reach
running through deserts. but right there aside a garden is a half-bodied
language. such suffering such decay where most are irate.
