I’m
nauseous or unstable at fear for others
—a
blimp floating a sky melting surefire blues on a late night.
so
remote so raw while turned-out.
if
you will it for you you will it for others while it’s too painful to accept.
a
glance sparked a feeling while wild souls are craving ambition.
brushwork
to a catastrophe or cardiovascular trauma at sin with muscles. a gallery of
indecent potions too alert it passed in a situation trying to gasp breath. a
feel good high a fret over endurance so amazed when one breaks ranks. inside a
diptych or roaming Italy while craving holiness. at bleeding purple at terror
in veins where I loved like I was a maniac. how to embellish extravagance—how to
re-etch thirty-five years—or how to juxtapose pure disenchantment? it was for
you by me albeit we hated each other. I was nonchalant one figured it out I have
missed so much. down a hallway into an echo so much treasure in pure disgust. I
was aching for a dose or throated by a cigar at mounts or creeks seated aside a
horse. such latent beginnings such incipience so wild at Sunday dinner. too
much to ignore in some type way where we efface the problem. I con myself if
but to adore you while I ignore existence.
if
not one than another not much is special about what we do.
so
much interweaving our minds crosswise too wild for faint of heart.
so
netted as let go while I could never trust a mistake. so rare so much a hole
while trusting is peaceful. a naïve soul is a clueless soul is a serene soul;
but insecurities but distaste while one comes to life; to meet where met as to
conclude in facts—those rubber-bands are skeptical.
