I prune
intelligence or tinker with grass, sitting, looking unidentified. to watch Love
dance those lawns laughing such pain in an addict; never on surfing or afloat
while any notice would obliterate joy. so much happenstance so crooked in
straightness as core abused by family. watching intently, too rigorous with
smarts, while too elusive our addiction. a bleeding nose, a glass of Jack a
pocket book; filled with paraphernalia assembled in scars such purple muses. so
blown in hell such a dance with devils so bled the brain through! a shoebill
gaze, a spirit at surface so wild so deep so erratic. how to edit a caiman – how to reknit the
dead – how to non-fire flame?
but a blacksnake while talking
bigger with life like epic episodes. into an epicenter or catering to a centerpiece
so foreign to why it hurts. to listen closer. to hear such pontification. as to
sense something exact in self. one becomes silent sounds one wonders about
polytheism as running haunted by meta-psychologies. at an apple fused in a
trance while words aren’t enough.
it seems strange, needing all hours
bent in sensation – where it matters so little. a viewpoint a first-person
viewpoint while third person viewpoint upsets some folks. such artifice such
language while dis-vetting me one dis-vets self. how to listen once jars are
evidence where most take a plea! a bit crestfallen a bit unstated while it
never meant what we sensed. I see my perceptions I value my perceptions while
one says to hell with your perceptions. so indecent so much a crocodile where
swamps are filled by noises. but a platypus streaming slime as asserting there’s
something good in this luggage. curfew for adolescents a chaperone for
adolescents while they outthink susceptibility.
we heard of Shiloh. it meant so
much. they made it to us early in life. I prayed like crazy. it was on God’s
hour. excuses seemed like platitudes. I kept faith, changed perception, it
became internal – as moving machines or tectonic plates or seeing its design.
