Sunday, May 16, 2021

Earn Classification

 

recommitted to innocence such badness in me, I look different than the kid in me. I hold a grudge I kill self I was rolling doing 50 mph. I was a ghost I was damaged I look at humans differently. so unfair while fairness doesn’t count, plus, God is amoral. it doesn’t mean much it dances in winds the trees are bleeding memories. I ate sap I walked through blueberries I drank wild-berries. such raspberry wines such grapes with joints so fresh forever feeling like dying—those blue eyes a different orientation so much attracted against science. a damned soul at caves held in contempt. up against trains running tracks sitting on brick. to understand pyramids to fret a curse, plus, Love is two months pregnant. I hit old junkyards. I find an old couch. I find a moment to smoke—more feelings more uneasiness aside a pile of razors—the gut shaking those gears for succession so many damn voices—as spread out, such ghetto advice where most make decisions based in anger. an eye for an eye. or a cheek turned. or a madman bent on vengeance. I evaporate sipping longtime such respect for underdogs. I wanted something. it was pure to me. but it was filthy. some argue with me, I vow to classifications, while rugs are lower than settees. I watched the pain a true fact most don’t know their classification—looking or lusting so much a frown like hatred builds homes. no justification even a pair of cuffs, still deciding on innocence. “If they knew, this deep misery, they would condone my actions.” it hurts to hear it, but if it isn’t up-close—most don’t comfort it. I was bent when it happened such riches as asking for entrance. so much into being located, around a system, puffing a Newport. it gets worse, a woman quite different, asking for unlimited trust. I trip off folks so unworthy but angry as hell. (we know and it hurts while one is still a good person.) so abased today so insidious but contained so dangerous for intelligence. we can’t miss it, can’t escape it, most are bad angels. searching for divergence, or diligent creatures, at terrible frustration. such convergence they remember an old one while credit is taken before earned. music in pity so pathetic while still praised. a parrot on scripture, a dear concrete literature, while a block away from an issue. no one is me, I am no one else, I love to hear our cosmos. tripping at asylum a face filled by phantoms while rules drop through ceilings.           

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