winds
through trees at deep disregard a pair of begonias at the grave. such firepower
or vanguard psychiatry while seeing pain might become strategic. medicine for
snake bites, algae for ponds, or swans for sweetness as memories. I was five to
see glass or something held to his lips where a child tries to un-jigsaw the
puzzle. poolhalls carried odors, such grownup scents, the essence of sweat,
pain and glory! the dying of the kid a swig at nine or smoke-filled closets. by
omni-incessance or omniscient interior as so disappointed by analyses. trying
hard as not to stray, such anti-intellectualism, where I wonder why we don’t
push ourselves? cadence in a grin or love for a foreigner while she might
permit us to fall enlove. but train tracks or zinnias at some common graffiti
yard. our habits are different. we judge by self-reflection. it lends to saying
we never see other people. according to charms while a person is awkward, we
want to feel pulled out of our shells. by sounder realization, to know
others are experiencing, as if they are not us!
such kenopsia as it haunts our
memories, I remember the first nanny I found unconscious. total obliteration as
into a cave, I was wanting to get in touch with sentiments.
by feelings to arise at night such
diligence to rescue – as in sun or earth by undercurrent to surmise you; as
sinning souls or sensuous sinews so sunk into sewers.
those candescent cries to feel so
collected while wilderness never seemed so receptive.
upon jamesias or jasper jousting
into currents as creative creatures if but to flit before flying so feral those
directions.
sullen into a patch. or sacred into
a sin. by whales scudding seas. our pouch is heat, driven our minds are lonely
so vexed so vandalized so vivid.
