something
to dying with gristle bleeding through bone. by flight of demons by courage to
survive so re-pictured out of alignment.
I thought
it passed by those deeper subliminal caves at angst for reasons I comprehend.
I face
insane bias it seems ordained where we lock arms at the front line. so much
rust on differences such dusty groundwork a soul sweating his legacy into rooms
unbuilt.
by
stamina to awaken by course to flee at memories too spliced to surge—a little
lower at a den serving wine to a rattler—such fierce passion as laughing during
orgasm such science in our horizon. too much fidelity in a land where we sit
feeling we must evolve—the cake too much cream those enchiladas too much
cheese, or a car too much oil. no one fathoms no one get’s the tank, but giving
like dying to receive a little tyranny.
maybe
Audrey Hepburn or Cicely Tyson, maybe a mazelike curse; fraught in pity,
unbound in art, such thoughts to ask the wrong question. a bled man a future
chained man at terrible freedoms.
I saw colors in pitch black the
dynasty is leaking. I heard how they act I was shocked I learned to remain
faceless. a mean soul in a mean land where meanness is acceptable. so far into
those courtyards such tension about flying such courage to confront—a life as
an outsider a world fleeing its reality such rational superstition.
I took a sickle to a feeling I chanced
seeing myself I was quite taken by changes. such chastity because we wanted it,
such disaster in emotion, while truth would partway destroy us. so barefaced so
insidious while I laugh at my dreams. a place for execution a space in bowels
such an unsung devastation. to call for treasures to relive destiny so close it
never happens.
