eating
gas a bag with Jesus so dirty so filthy a good man. sister at mercy
aunty at anger we seem to commiserate. used to love used to adore it was bad
into good. momma sprung or brain-fire at some ghetto strung into flames. I ghost
good it was pain like trees without conversation. too many at his guts a bullet
with his name a little on high alert. so many gates a bit paranoid, how else to
picture destruction! Love was misery or a game while I called a chill and spoke
to goodness. so much to hate us such bottle locks a little man just got
banged-out. a young petal breeding, not even 18, such a violent ass memory. I skate
through traffic I heave loneliness sewing too many cigarettes. but a leopard too many spots was loved and
adored. a bag of gypsum a bottle of sap as a man gunning through fevers; a
woman so good a woman so mean, while allergic to keeping it to self. I can’t appeal to you such a madman so
eager to get the patient. it felt good to speak it felt trained to
articulate it felt pain to walk away. the wall is higher it was meant or
intended like love broken or a fossil – to see it rise to see it in prayer
while the sky fell. I’m on goodness like madness or sadness like
destiny or deaths like memories. the drop is bleeding stabbing like at ninety hit
the gutter lane passing Manchester. mother resurrected it feels like wizardry
where one is afraid that she transformed. every addict must look every person
must pray like a psych at a lane near insanity. too restless too dead while
flatness has an agenda; such a catastrophe like devastation, the voice is
out! I returned while a sickroom
like a broken chair, I smell odor. the flare was blazing the cape was shredded
at Love like, it get’s worse. too fluorescent too feral while flashing on
culture. I knew him I knew his stamina it felt lonely – a bit like losing was
good! the glare in the gleam the strong in the weak while God seems to be
waiting!
