let blues reign or
jazz collapse into a fire falling from skies. unfurled and let loose fretted
like magic a soul turns tricks. so bold with you so much grabbing with you so
much a fate disturbing our grace. those toils running fingers to soils so bled
an old oaken tree. upon an aster or a dandelion if but one true wish. to hold
you to panic you so dependable – as being self. opulent lovemaking or animals
threshed while winnowing pride.
at gates in
ditches walking across gnarms. by flame or gut to house a miracle. so classical
– this myth we call life, if possible, a man would enslave you. to discuss
business, to utter love, while I grovel eating mortar. grits with bacon, cinnamon
toast with jelly, a ghetto making happiness.
Octavia is dazzled.
I met her work online. I saw myself. but a fever in frames so fragile as enlove
for features. sunset music worried by concerns if but to die in your arms. by
virtue to offend you, by goodness to win you, I’m thrown how a scoundrel got so
close to you. much shame in us much integrity in pains asking of tyranny in
oceans. a pirate man a warrior woman we hunt and pillage for cargo – a mind
with blood a blue river so thrown into remission.
so embodied. never
have seen body. I wanted from gates as screaming in gutters. a silent lamb to
steal my life as rewarded for doing niceness. so punctured many avenues I rolled doing 50
mph. I saw signs, smoke was loud, I came earlier than usual. many chores
inside. saw a musician inside. I laughed at myself.
