by
war to mind self or to walk from it such winepress nectar. order doesn’t behave
or chaos feels complete where many lose their way. niggling pains sure anxiety
while unstated the art is suffering. I rinse off, grab a towel, and look into
the damned mirror. a foggy image a decent image with hidden miseries. the
burgundy carpet a stain or two or a house filled with kids. somewhat drifting
time clumping together or minds trespassing—the levity of its art those
feelings like stubborn cargo while Jonah has caused havoc. generic rhythms as
genetic science while much effort is put into behaviors. a bit gelid a bit
undone as tending to his war. I grab a book. I read a few pages a tad bit
interested. I re-juice as waited for noon while delusion tastes like vinegar. too
much uneasiness too much monitoring while there’s a place I can’t go: a
scholarly space, a deep in sorrow place, where as it falls his soul reaches—
glasses
are sticky or filthy one must wash dishes. so cathartic a felt appraisal while
it takes a bit more to un-fake daily pretentions. such airs becoming in a
second as amazed how faking-it-to-make-it has some richness to it. a mile long
hanging out with tenacity where we must dry the dishes—
a
family lost as to hear about suffering as a daughter goes through trials. no
advocate, such a reason, to grab a glass before noon. I tread concrete. I have
become emotional asphalt. such sunburst malaise. deep unfeeling atop feelings
where one is ambivalent.
“But
what about happiness?”
it
sits re-stirred at its helm. the prow is leaking the pirates are inebriated
something haunts where another needs its dependency.
sourness
as sadness or happiness mingling needing joy as a restarter kit.
by
war to mind self or walk from it such winepress treachery. a conversation with liquor,
her eyes belching, her nakedness too damn appealing. firewood churning inside,
a universe we tried to mention, by hermetic(s) or hermeneutics to most; such
genetic exegesis, interpretation depends upon culture/orientation, while
disorder is ever Breaking Bad—
losing
time, it feels tragic, such terrific chaos!
