at
heaven some night soaked in sweat so much a younger man. sodden linguistics new
codes of feminism or new decodifying for communion. at prowess those sky-lakes
adrift so drenched it was luxury to touch. so much in a man as to make a
choice, either ecstasy or another opening. a faucet reigns or signs stipple
sure flame-sickle into soil. by texture so soft by body so engaged or by misery
to reminisce on good times. a man falling such iridescence so opalescence where
deaths were so necessary; the pain of mother the fury in father decided as
kings. rain pours upon petals the concrete is soggy the soil is like mud. a
woman becomes an entity so powerful when released a man falls faster during
sunshine. such jitters to confess such a world with reasons, as abused in
danger laughing like havens; so false; nothing by safety; while dealing with
something coarse. sweet grandeur softer thunder while wrestling tracks; a soul
beneath his quarters a parrot into a dungeon or a woman the fever of spring. a
vest of symbols. may I try to love? why oh why have you lost you? a fret in a
sore a boring into a door with hinges speaking confinement. a precious appetite
as still a bit wholesome or control vacant from muses. a deceased glisten a
renewing glint while I owe you much more. some covenant between spirits or
hunger unbearable so much begging forgiveness. a bleeding flute a screaming
saxophone at a poolhall when it rained.
sourness may come
or love’s irrigation as to notice my desire. a man loses he feels isolated, a
woman might ask questions: “Are you dead inside? Has earth depleted beauty?
Have you lost your passion?”
bones are carbon
dated. fossils become exhibits. a man might leave without a legacy.
those eyes are like
uranium those fingers hydrate while a soul is neat in person.
the pain in
uneasy, it comes from happiness, it comes with understanding. by fleeting
essence by chlorine conscienceness or a reason to ignore inhumanity. so cursed/hurt
to make decisions/to alter life those riches as I type. lightning in a leaf or
power in a bird so much been watching snails. those feelings as pouring where a
man said so much.
