a
mirage for me looking at her I was so messed to glory! those Egyptian eyes
those at mercy such stature, a Kenya essence. too confused I saw it on the news
such cages for determined soldiers. too subtle to believe too wrinkled to
perceive a man might die looking for you. such a romantic at mystic poetry while
longing to head to India. our American souls our American virus while we seek
to work it out. so ascetic or at blues so reborn tomorrow!
I was late at Africa or dining with
Europe so uneducated – the story its saga as it claimed his intestines. oh Jesus,
it must work in our favor, it must feel good! but Love was power or terrible
intention while a man is slow at times. too much for God, too limited, while
paradise was found in excellence. a cure for lovers a midnight seahorse a curse
for momma. I bled as touched gravel a man held a drop of blood. those days are
survival the penal system was designed, women become contemporary slaves.
a bit contrite a bit anxious so
uneasy. the tar was feathered the gut was kicked a man lost his integrity. such
walks into offices such bars at bars another to get right!
oh deep Scar, such a tall tree too
many rings to count.
we
sung an unsung song. we wade through atmospheres. mother is too close to
un-drawer. a film in me a five-year-old at an agreement.
I thought it was love I cried with
Enoch it was hell confessing to Huldah.
those keys those alligators I skate
a penalty laughing like we won!
the cash was lethal the hunger was
rapacious those souls—all—were incredulous! too much to insist a man lost his
life we conclude: This world isn’t for the living!
