I open a car door or sink into a cigarette the lights look different. I get upset looking at something simple with a release in a first swig. at a soul in me or caged in me with a need to explode out of me. the patience of a lion by hunt of a jaguar or listening to a parakeet. so crass at times we wouldn’t believe a pagan is a saint. sorting through sawdust at some sawmill where we connect dots. to hear in you a place I shouldn’t be while another brings out the worst in me. we take time to acquit ourselves. we take time to alleviate our sickness. where many are concerned. such bloodclots or social-clots while it hurts to have become what they disdain. as rarely a change but more lashing out while behavior hasn’t ceased.
I was so enlove it felt terrific but such strands of something leaking into air vents. those far-gone instructions with man trying harder where it seems so infected – those dejected eyes as pursuing their curse so alive or screaming with lesions upon spirit. legs so short thighs asking mercy or hips a man doubles back. a waist in alignment a cure for hurting souls such loud disciplines. we shouldn’t speak to chest, or more, we dine with visions, but days have been heavy to the grave. so reflected so much an hour while most things seep into indifference. as a must to receive of pain to shed at some bar sipping a third glass. she would find me or announce herself as a creature tired of old remedies. so shocked to sense, as in time with space, the need we die to explode. those arms so chiseled those thoughts so drastic or so beautiful it’s hard to discern. while chiding variety, a soul begs for variety, while most are reaching for variety.
have
we repaired so smoky so delirious? wide ranges in sudden perceptions as
inclined to love without attachment. by gorgeous of its tenderness by course of
its avalanche so taken to be expectant. our green miles such jasper aggressiveness
if but to intrigue like dying was illegal. so smothered it feels security so
involved it feels pleasant where most taper such absolute attraction. our scented
behaviors as curious souls if but to adore like coming resurrection. a hydrated
throat a story in feelings while so addicted to cadence. as pure penalties so
aloof in moments a man tries with such remedy.
