I thought
to myself, upon a video, “This is bad ass!”
I get
self-involved. I think there’s a problem. but you can’t understand me. a man, a
King of Sorrow, borrowing his tomorrows!
so
much pirating or so unenthused or sudden joys. a paranoid child, a mulatto
essence, while it felt terrific to be excluded. it left time for studies, those
different seeds, a bit goal-oriented.
a
tear talkative or a temper tantrum the room horrified. those damn rooms, if
looking deeper, we find several rooms; those memories those atrocities, as
renaming the misnomer; desensitized, as loving to claim it, but it reigns
untrue.
touched
by distractibility. those days another person. to ask, “What in hell has
visited me?”
some
maelstrom indebted to malaise so different while blessed. a flight of ideas,
projects redone or souls apprehensive. such celebrity, as watching performance,
so plagued by interpretation.
those
palatial arms while ever in reach to return with desolation.
a
soul to its domain an apple sweet nectar, a kiss
thrust
by magic.
such
inflated self-respect, or rare superness, so grand so alone so specified. upon
a windowsill as agaze by a feeling such raw togetherness.
so
alone as striking shadows, one keeps morphing. to disappoint tomorrow, but
cleaving to today, the jazz plays on!
over
salmonberry afar into woods, we saw a tarsier. some sensation a fool over-manages,
where one just needs to feel. aside a firebrick, closer to high winds, each
gust penetrating cages. a miracle to adore life, or something beyond comforts,
as time was once a miracle. too removed to announce you. too condemned to date
you. while seated in dialogue with nature’s invisibilities.
