Cultures
adoring differently. Some aren’t concerned about where Love has been. But
instead, of how to in-lock her appetites.
crosswise
passageways alongside tracks and trains so devastated by your writing. to get
into a space where eyes tear if but angelizing a complete monster. by swami
cries or index infusion so close a heartstruck blackdamp. too beautiful to live
to gorgeous to die a man is apt to destroy his systems. I would de-channel
myself, but the movie is grand, too much running through jungles. homesick
brows or grandmother just passed or teeth on edge – the cliff is Greco those
islands are Fiji as so little in me to rescue a dragon. as passing a ditch,
looking at a snake, to aid and be bitten. a spirit-thimble or a game of miseries
while never so comfortable—it frightens! watermarks on stones such meteorites
inside, why is it some women have out-glancing into havens a sweet nectar a
damaging center. to become every existence to relive every love while so
wrapped its death to exhale; a fire in linen a pillow scented or a blanket
perfumed – those days a sunstroke violin into a cello her bodily screams. I was
eating melon or cold cream into a dungeon outside a furnace. I imagined hope or
gatherings or Indians’ foreshadowing. I broke a teepee I nourished
forgetfulness I awoke as laughing while hysterical to sense a pair of engines.
such marble glass while I never reminisced, for agony was anguish so preferred,
so gathered, while conversing with a camel.
I read deep science a soft place
inside as to garner such dying inside – the moon is cutting the sun is laughing
a man can’t escape stars – to imagine cameras atop constellations where government
is Big Brother. so much infection such false warmth while a woman is wanting to
identify anger. so worn to marrow so outworn again such photographed spaces; to
die like I came back to affront like old news if but to ignore the vanity. as
his mind hates, but needing respect, while none of us are ready!
I saw your face. I imagined loving
your face. as I thought to the caliber of your face. while never a broken
whistle but ever a broken guitar while some are too damn enchanting. the level
of the Caribbean the heights of Hawaii or too addicted to Latin romances. as
Americans are a bit simplistic, our dying isn’t like Italy isn’t like France
where a man is so absorbed, he can’t quite die.
