you venture loses in loving me, you’ve
a bad record. several cravings many feelings so side-by-side disproving of
science, holding to pain, viable love, sacrifice of home, family, sweet
destruction. petals seem indicative they blow by winds unless moist, heavy,
fraught by mire. stories tell us palaces, parades, we want to believe in
parachuting, large yachts, passion becoming purple, ethics made royal – maybe aristocratic
maybe elitist, as safe, secure, serene. so side-by-side so tender terrific so
graphic in gardens, so sweet to touch. an oval face, filled by alienation,
holding me in desperation; too good for existence, too raw, uncooked, with our
existential chasing. serene infrastructure, absurdity revving, sour syrup,
delight in simplicity – before jaded before sunshine is interrogated, before
classes in human behavior. we keep it quiet, we salute our insecurities, a
person might give you paranoia – assuredly, out of love, assuredly without
motive, so secure with plurality.
dusty knees a mouth of dirt a forehead
dripping sweat. too much to calculate along side driftwood, while alone others
are entertaining. to come to evolution, to desire survival, with sorrow tailing
our tailored words.
walls watch, it seems habitual,
windows are metaphors – value is dependent, salacious happiness is false,
contemplation plagues its hosts. a magnet in us. we keep around this carnival.
our minds make harmony.
looking with images. debated in
self. you give sweet indecision. energies shift, made high, left low.
depression becomes natural. pain seems eloquent. our knees, our arms, our legs,
most consumed by our uncertain certainty.
