I cough
in staring. I walk to the kitchen. it’s been gumbo for a week. I have cholesterol
or triglycerides it’s been better as of recently. I passed a gymnasium I saw a
feeling where angels might visit. I rethought a perplexity such pain in
pleasure while an old fragrance wafts into my living room. I sat upon a settee.
I kicked an ottoman. I’m writing from our reservoir. so collective so baited
while tasting pure seduction.
the rain was pouring it was cold we
made a trip to Ralphs. so early it was dark, I managed to keep composure, the ‘things’
women need to do.
I don’t like to speak love. it might
come forward. while it seems too tricky.
an old rehab, a soul with penalties,
where it seemed a deep hint. blue jays aside concrete or soil tilled in
essence. chatoyant eyes, so curious, too much so to fall into chains. it hurts
to adore it must be human to adore, where one is in understanding. (why love
likes swarming, if an angel broke, where it’s now full pledged hatred!)
so close in spirit, so far away,
while so deliberate; for pain is luxury such softer cotton while us to a
wheelbarrow. I mandolin passion I hold too much as one too aloof.
omission is touched reminders in
storms while we might never capture each other. it seems so selfish in a land
of probability as to demand full devotion. (I could be wrong!)
the Old Testament, an appearing God,
as Israel went astray. such compass, a core provider, must I spell it further,
humans aren’t full blown reason! it’s a moment’s pain, so low it aches,
while a person said something like deliverance. precious responsibility, but
most need absoluteness, while I distressed her this morning. as a man flies,
such dear arrogance, while confidence becomes beautiful.
such apricots a negligee so much
porn activity. so filthy, as made in cleanness, but such inner turmoil. or raw,
as feeling nothing, a person’s dearest mistake.
the house is cold its roof is wet
while fever is settled. the floor is chilly the chili is whistling a soul
whisked a tornado. such concentration, I keep saying it, it hurts to see a
friend in misery. but an inglenook while needing luxury such a heated/flooring
discussion. if to get clearance if to float for a moment if but to restore a me
in sync.
roads by maps a person we want a
soul we need. but it angles that light such footprints while we keep openness.
