to
see open seas so displaced so much an opportunity. I pause at a store some moms
& pops location I purchase a tamale – I add chili I add cheese, it never
tasted so good. I shame self I remind self in much as decided. doing 45 mph I swerve
left I see propositions – as seized by flitting or remembering someone pompous
or edged for pains. I’ve paused. I sense
disaffection I sense total isolation where speaking seems uneasy. those normal
expectations as they come only with normal perception. the photo is a ruse
those anxieties are normal while left with anti-conscienceness – a strange
person a weird feeling a fret early into a conversation. if to see it such
design as displeased with resistance. close enough, a panic in closeness, a
clause in our contract. those provisions as meant to protect, with gnarms
barking in the background. as confused imps trying a good life while tugged by
underlying behaviors. a man was good
he lifted reality but turned like thunder hit the sewer. a sink inside, a
stopper, it must be drained. added Drano plus a plunger, it feels decent to
breathe. a washed face, a new image, if but to sustain it. a woman was creative a euphemism wild into
sunshine. she married a man, he loved like winning, we have trouble without
training. such as for granted, our basic presumption, while a person hit
screaming at magnet traits. if sudden
it might hurt if priority it might get done, I fear we face a deeper monster.
some type leviathan some dear challenge where many have no sacrifice measure; a
pair of mistakes a cake afar or so indecent it’s hard to bounce back. so trained
to mix flames, so discussed ahead of time, or so eager to feel nasty. like
desperation or disparate dysfunction too alive while sacred — into a family
name, into misfitting, while a trophy sits on a panel. cotton pillows a fair
respect so precious to be with you. I know old partner, way over there, knows
how to rev muscles or test a Benz like riding in profanity – every turn or
predicament city where a woman is three weeks late. so casual or a mere
selection while we die to learn our feelings. by miscalculation or it felt like
love or I knew it was science. so
much to emotion you, I need more receptivity, or I walk asleep too emotional to
habit. (lady luck so much I realize
we’re grown.) softer feathers or fire in a furnace or a tent in the backyard.
such grounds or such church as too much to afford. a condemned pleasure so
intimate, but oh some fretting or music like blues or trash in its language so
cured in one evening. at privacy or dear discernment at some terrific
experience. to touch eyes to sip nectar while engrossed like no one lives. the
insecurity or harm to senses at a lake some pride in winning. shed a tear in us feel like dying is
living so afraid to rebaptize; spirit in language or consciousness in words
while more is not security, (but less proves vulnerable). our daily decisions
our lethargic insights at a privilege somewhere in academia. as a seed misfortunate
or a mind made fortunate in a suit assigned for display. I took a rooftop. I was
gunning hard. I sipped like the days were ending. some eschatology something
ecclesial while palming a topaz mineral; those nights while at some tavern
where it would rev into an intrusion. speaking to a Muslim asking questions, a
bit bias towards Sufis. as a mystic promise or a mystic mistake while time
tells his story – some parable some disguise, at a fable meant for adults only. I was at her thoughts they seemed so
clear, I just kept listening. to read divorced of gender as actualized
listening to those premises. they came they vanished it was hell like that. so
much a soul, so tender a body, while affecting cosmos. I wanted in I plead my
case I was rejected. I hit a store, I bought a fifth, I drank with a friend. we
talked. it got even. we fled to a war sign! too consuming as in wrongness, or
too light-footed when hungry, while skiing some sky-slope. so much a stronghold
so frightened too much remorse. at patience to see, while we teach each other. every thought isn’t a rescue, every rescue
wasn’t a thought, while each person is a miracle – those mental mudflaps as
needing rinsing where I was proud to once dance.
