so much courage too underestimated
by tender grief not of rank. I wrestle this mongoose I parade this cobra as a
sick soul made sullen with remorse as a first child. sure into friction
soundless flame by heart to find certainty. never as we expected never as we
screamed while made so sour. a thief running a tulip interrogating a polygraph
for insecurities. so announced inside hearing whispers aside where some herbs
must be investigated.
loving some version of a person some
mountain of a believer two plates heavy with instigation. much a fever those
cries as much forgiveness for defensiveness while one made certain feelings.
have we watched it—pure aggression—with
so much compromise it feels like a guillotine? have we sought cake or given
vinegar while little black kids eat pig feet?
it was pain at a planet deep-interior-flame.
a photo explained it—it broke science, some elements are just about healing.
cherry lips by banana eyes so perky
so aloof most men are gripping foreheads. an antique moral, an interior ethic,
with life compromising those wings. too close to withstand such dear science
while chemistry is inside; a want to intrigue a palatial burning for sex, while
needing secure haven. a clown at work, a jararaca in brains, so sensitive to
debt by loneliness. as needing a break rebuilding a mansion certain into a
ghostly sunrise. if to find you, we assert pure ecstasy, while you might want
but not demand.
so cautious many caves outlined
resisting graves; a bullet in mind a fret in terror so much gut to adore you.
by intra-sentences or demanding
intimacy or nonchalance – facing crucial hills or wrestling coyotes at wolves
presuming midday lusts.
if company dispels reputation, as seen
in goodness, then company must vanish. trying so desperately if but to master
images by knitting so courageously; so fragmented, by lakes of youth, so
eloquent as we die; by force or Scientology or Catholicism—as eyes need deeper
interpretation.
