om
softer into internal sarcasm at ruts or rusts. by dynamite as
uncomposed a palm for nailing. long into unrest so unappealing so filled with
dust. particles in gusts or salvation on layaway while we pawn integrity. so
enlove with consciousness so warred over embarrassment at a stranger needing
forgiveness. permission to exist a hankering to live so pure into filth. a soul
might love you, orchids speak essence, or a lotus becoming human. sundew sweat
into a glass of temporal guise such admiration for clarity. it was breath or
sullenness so perfect in segments.
bugs eat plants. humans eat each
other. souls eat wisdom.
it must be love, for days are vague,
if but more tender gates. through terrors to understand others, it comes this
way. so objective while personable a person gets a strange feeling. so erased
from existence, such nonpermanence, while evidential in polite coffee.
such a race those fences such a
sword our light if but to ignore such doubt.
became cynical where we rob each
other, those first experiences are vital.
an ocean cactus a desert skeleton –
we try to locate ourselves. if tomorrow is today yesterday is tomorrow at dams
held together by a rose.
historical clouds, they have limbs,
such a turquoise pain. barking in her kitchen, a tabby in her quarters a parrot
on the settee. some singsong chant some omen in daylight so concerned with
sudden dread. to relax in journey, to un-trigger our ghosts, where loving art
made human.
so much sunshine upon a wailing
interior while something enjoys its coffin.
too much in you as to let go while
we never had much.
a poodle at grass. must be
unsettled. a minute passed – the fellow vomited.
signs we signal or absence we feel
at playgrounds waiting for our turn. a man would envy innocence, he might
condone innocence, where he wanders innocent distress. troublesome walls, so
tender, so close enough to harbor anxieties. a cured soul is a happy spirit
while new horizons are struggling.
fisheyes in an aquarium a time to
reminisce, so deprived of longing until departure. those levels of firebrand or
fierce into quickness so deliberate our hugs. if living is free, we pay
otherwise, where touching agony might become freedom.
