I
just saw a lady such as living life like dropping off hope so behaved. undercut
by guilt or sinning with gin as a land filled with cottonfields. a man has
problems he needs an empire so much lower than he deserves. the walking omens
those mental imps where too much is barely enough. glasses foggy aback with
Jesus such affairs with brains. pulled like winning or siding with mercy so
wild like a new born snake. Portugal smiles or Italian grins so much wilderness
to our hissing. carrying a hippopotamus or first for a bullfight while targets
demand a bullseye. I just saw favor – so much a feeling – we wonder what it
took to incline. three demons aside four dragons wild like racing without
doors. such an ingestion surefire underbelly – I wonder why mulattoes are different.
I called early morning it was grains in wheat
so whet to abolish lies. some type of pottery wheel so low on loving you as not
because of you. a feared man a feared woman they seem too shy. a sunbird as
sitting in a settee so close to another catastrophe. I pulled back I let life
explode it was more an implosion. many premonitions many dispositions, while if
I must die, she must be irrevocable. so indefinable so incorrigible or at wits
a bit inexorable. too many damn words, just say it, she must be bad as hell.
I have little in
me where factors are necessary or where souls meet to extend each other. I’ve
become lethargic on us, or phlegmatic, as both similar in taste. as of lately, I
eat music, drift into a trance, or rummage paragraphs. an interior
autobiography, it isn’t pleasant, but there’s a deal of escaping. walking in
myself or traveling your contour as most still get amazed, or feel deeply,
where I find, most are moved by certain criteria: maybe blackness or whiteness
or an art in countenance; maybe dear trauma or put together or a bit
captivating; or maybe quick with thought, quicker with response, or a bit
dangerous. I can never tell. it seems a big blur. as souls meander where wolves
are known to roam. but eloquence doesn’t mean eloquent. or meanness doesn’t
mean nonreceptive. as we trek a void, lost to certain expectations. I saw a
falcon, as it soared, I was concerned about its safety. I heard a crow
somewhere in trees, I wondered where it has been. the desert in the man or the
oasis in the woman while coming together gives true balance. I am incomplete
without you. you are incomplete without me. but we keep passing by each other.
nothing too fancy. just a thought pattern. we each gather our grains.
