morning
weep or 5a.m. moving such terror to obey – as trust solely in soul while shade
speaks a language. gates utter dungeons a house-box while so wild inside – a feral
wind a gust insole’d a new name. such white-gold upon a stone-thought as keen
with insignificance. more intimate failures it starts to account a deal for
much of my life. a slight in a hurt child a feeling in a tight gut so sleepy
over same routine – but needed as status-born while chaos might get its job
accomplished.
more
science as soon wilderness or tempered to exist as science. a bit into physics
a storm on a good evening or caricatures speaking in silence. a man painted his
face another was comedic while two it was normal.
I can’t
find you the woods are empty but I hear you – such feelings an emotion would
swarm above or into while coming to a pause. it arrived it felt dynamite so
close to becoming gentility.
we slow down. we see bricks. we’re
up the street from Crenshaw High. the murals upbraided, the image abused, the
years are forever. many will dungeon-out many will sink into drains several
will conquer pain. metaphysical muscle if but to survive, why take that from
us? so many squares, we, indeed, pick four, so much a rocky foundation. but
look at you, so distinguished, with true ups-and-downs to distinguish.
I have heard you. it was nice to
know you. I must depart. one decreases, another increases, someone is
determined for our chairs. such sunlight, such blue whales, to find a shark on
a train. ebony deluxe or mahogany aesthetics while too much makes us unaware. a
habit in a soul, as it might be unsteady, we must determine a formula – in pain,
by examination.
it was different. we never know our
position. but Love was sincere misery. so harsh, as cycles hit some people, I must
believe some are at ninety percent. a whit of mercy, a small hope, a petit
deliverance. sure metanoias a crib in diamonds a baby grieving – as an old soul
disposed from shades, for it was time – the daunting agenda the agony of defeat
or the return seeming daily.
I can hear you as some signal but so
concerned – more for duty than happiness.
so ashamed I hit land so unboxed
with screaming, to sip a bottle, a long chug, while we wouldn’t be chums.
