I was
lost in danger huffing helium. I was weeded out in a drought the only one with
product. I was drunk or listening as atmosphere took shape. too many hills such
chills while running nowhere to move; a crowded room a filthy odor it was
evident. to touch like kids so passively while we play chase. more hide and
seek more spin the bottle more games for adults. so pathetic as I looked sick, I
was so damn low. a straight buffoon seeking a carnival as men in cages for too
damn long. I had an associate, once a friend, we tripped for two decades. such
funny music surefire disaster as a soul gunning to get back home. it amazes
what a mind grips to something so inadequate—to put faith in to rejuvenate faith
while its half passed two. I was dying it felt terrific while a psych might
suggest inconsistency. but what for irony so aloof even from one’s brains—as living
split a game for many, I hear most play piano—to like bipolar when bipolar is
high but lows are left to chance. so much sex so much spending while ghost
ships are screaming. I met a cousin in arms a beauty so high I was want to have
what I couldn’t inflate. so much a man needs especially a rich woman while he
tries to command a winner. I let is spill. I kept coordinates. while tiptoeing
inner glasses. to walk the rim, to eat more humiliation, so low into a woman so
casual. a many peril a many sacrifice so many successions; as getting life, but
too late, where it’s damn near over. a machine at this a monster at this, or a
confidant getting splayed.
we need skies or birds or hawks.
I was so sick they laughed they had
good guitar times. I haven’t giggled but it was good for me, while snares are
all about life. so much business so real while she needs undoubting allegiance.
to give partway to delay affections while desire is utter attentiveness. I ghost
out like Road Runner a man is held in contempt. a delicate situation as more
for ruses while dying doesn’t guarantee resurrection. I was sorcery or wizardry
or anything to understand this damn miracle. so accustomed to listening while
it became painful, it seems the world is chasing after happiness.
he made a move. I made a move. now
we hate each other.
