I bent low or touched gravel I walked to a residential area. I plucked an orange I noticed citrus I sat it down on a brick wall. I grapple for Jesus, gripping like Kierkegaard, while most sounds are apologetic. I fret a woman if but to have glory while I can’t sustain it. some remain connected, as eternal lovers, while many shall be hurt. I called it mine but a younger me until essence splayed jelly on toast. so much rehab, so much pain, while I notice when it’s missing. “Give it back. Stop playing. I know more about facts!”
such ontology such myths while I ran
through rain, drenched in disappearance, reading something on Kindle. I asked
questions if to know her name while answers were numbered. I loved innocence.
she was sporting her fame. while I met a mistake – to take course to gauge
quicker, we assume sex means a good person! I passed through San Antonio I
paused at a station it was too much for eyes to ingest. (most are cultic a
cryptic language I still make mistakes. I try to render in good conscience more
than others; to stand out to placate to keep my soul cleansed. a clean person a
felt dirt look, while Love was passionate in the nineties.)
skin
attire or welcomed in hells with deer dogs giggling.
I met
a riddle. I was damn cocky. she smiled, a morose beauty, it touched those unconscious
regions. I removed myself, I felt a fireball, I knew it was business. but wires
crossed, we may muse, but touching is invisible. a fire in me, at present
moment, the lights are dim. I felt lusts, I passed by, I felt divinity, I laughed/cried!
we will never conquer instincts. we
may ignore them. but perfect control is a shadow.
I loved on occasion, as a man
feeling despair, where she was deliberate at ink. a strike for women a cage for
attraction, a missile for acknowledgement.
I could to fret or flit or fly. upon
a sky-tear while moist in passion where it seems impersonal. I put value there,
so it’s my fault, while most are dancing until captured. one is mushy. another
is indifferent. another is calculating assets. we devoid love – of those
particles – where the contract is its bottom line.