tell
me freedom tell me I can breathe so slanted so sober a life at chains; so
cursed too blessed the pendulum is raw aggression.
watch
serotonin remodel adrenaline while a man might walk his prison; try optimism
try denial or try a value at its dismissal.
rubber
bullets a shattered glass such as more cuffs.
marching
as a voice so euphoric about flying too disgruntle over our hands. I put
ketchup in a refrigerator I ate a few fries I vomited my anxieties. nerves shot
broken such another fixation while some serve as a trigger—bloody blue crimson
eyes, our arrests our bail our trials.
changing.
what
motivation! our sons come out as monsters. our women lose traipsing backfields
while cotton hurts or tobacco is screaming. chains hang at auctions.
I opened
to page insistence as blinded on page resistance so casual about others
suffering.
to
watch it destroyed to protect our children while it seems a riot in wrongness —
because it inconvenienced us.
a
problem so determined with a hundred or two years. such public beauty so much
at chess a blanket or planks such sawdust. felt like screaming or understood as
silent while this is more legal.
I grabbed
a cup, it dropped, broken into my life.
some
rumble some wear a vest, others ignore what dismisses them. I saw his fever I heard his tone, I skated
faster, I hit backstreets, I was moving, it was too late. we gathered. it was
hectic. we couldn’t smile.
what
must we say – where should we live – do rights mean by suspicion?
I train
daily, over a ritual, I was volt’d into permission. a bit by yoga, a gallon of
gas, a kilometer of bibles. too much to ever get even. such society in a cage –
but believe, most is by genetics. not made personal but made indeliberate until—exactly,
it becomes, “You can’t say it.”
I saw
a sister as reciting realism I sat at amazed planet. I read a playwright I skated
in stillness I learned it must matter.
I fret
over too much I realize degrees but what comes of pantomimes? I begged for his
life I saw Jesus I was sicker in a sickroom it went too deep. I ate ashes I loved
granny it seems we must be excited. I wanted erasers. I wanted favor. I met one
had not a clue.
heads
to games, closure to unconsciousness, so subliminal it damn near passed by.
