I made
more mirrors more mistakes more menacing clout. to deny you if but for sanity upon
a butt naked couch. aches are vocal such ruthless cramps with intestines felt
rawness. a mile from Vegas such a broken radio while someone found you. the
innocence we assume such naïve/lonely creatures. it was fiddling fire framed in
havoc such healing while it never escapes—at a planet inside such listening to
feel guided to a mind war. seduced by succor but it seemed genuine such a long
ride to Cali. so ashamed but happy so naïve but normal with havens spewing
venom. as a curious captive or making best of deaths while one never seemed so
proud. no release no remorse it becomes easier. I wonder, often wonder, if one
reached, gripped, done hell to a person. our age is different, so many at
passion, no one quite knows whomsoever it is; thus, such privilege so privy to
piracy, so unconcerned about others or such feelings along a roadside where
darkness seems incredible. I made those mistakes like a damn fool an
afterthought is much fury. coming across you like in every cubicle so wild how
you change faces. or hearing you in another’s chime such fierce fireflies—those
baffled emotions those crucial seconds, just to see one doesn’t favor you.
where was I at, upon a quest,
everyone knew it looked like sickened skies? a person turns bankrupt, holding a
spatula, looking at her mystery. a person deceives self – trying some angle or
playing a game of charades. to wonder why a soul flies like diving coming out of
retirement. but I made issue of a particular dice where it became evident. such
moving management or morose happiness, while sinking she would smile.
