so denied with
self so wild with flame abused and fretting a life sentence. refaced over
diamonds riding through Westwood I pause my mind, I inhale a cigarette, I asked
her identity. so minute to me, sure a distaste in me, while pitted like ghosts
in fetters. night brooks most accursed while wilderness seems lively. pastures
or meadows a songbird – as speaking passion or choking off laughter we imagine
days are good. looking closer so abandoned to Urban life, so confused we
arrived earlier. a tale of a stoic a bleeding habit at bottom it looks higher.
by premise so cooked where a man believes his illusion. but a pirate but a made-man
but an inner adversary.
many offenses or
prided a sculptress so caged in freedom so free in prison. naked kindness
unclad awareness astride like dying.
I vamped again I came
back again people examine like a vacation. (most expected something. Love told
pain. I never tripped.)
people do as
expected they fool a few but hounds roam the mansion.
unlaced a broken
aglet, or entwined, reweaved, running back to those tall walls.
reread a vignette
at a problem ebbing with waves. upon a wreath so enchanted so strange how it
never mattered. just a habit, just like hopping, we play monopoly. too drenched
eating dialogue a willing participant. full filth fuller deaths at a gravesite
with dice – to ask a question to obtain an answer while remade, restitched, at
a rug midday prayer.
