with
distorted lenses aside pure dysfunction to have reason to claim love; as adored
sinners or wires tasting like metallic into an apparatus deep inside. so
shallow to speak it, but why have I spoken it, where it was adorned for those
reasons? such visual creatures so subtle it alarms so shy it violins. I came
for pain sure undressed misery while it frets its happiness. so killed inside
or rummaging our souls while palms are covered in confetti. I was fast asleep,
now up for months, so much the way you hate us! by gravel kicking dirt a mind
made dusty—by fire of an engine so drawn to destruction while many women are
different than you.
by
rare prediction as it unfolded so many cards atop the floor. a cage in
intestines a double whiplash, where running to you is ridiculous. so twofaced.
if but one to love me, the other might destroy me.
it was tender affronting, or soft
piano, while ignoring isn’t always healthy. I saw differently. rain pouring
into windows. a space we go to, a few are aloud. some safehouse or incorrigible
pain or a farm-psyche. I swore to
outlive it. it seems unorthodox. the way we pine suddenly. so filled with
tomorrow or encased in silence while brains have brains. a soul memory an
unappealing reality, while we destroy ourselves.
by treasury or storm-cast or
unfortunate harassment—as something inside!
we have a place for people. we label
quickly. or show lenience when it hits home.
I often unvet me in turn to re-vet
me, while sleeping seems identifiable.
the vest of the vacuum at some Fiji island – so exotic such erotic flame
or tucked in terrifying identity.
I know to retreat. it’s no one’s
concern. as wither intensity settles.
