Wednesday, June 23, 2021

The Invisible Chase: The Impossible Riddle

 

it feels like gospel or southern pain while mellow with misery. I roam halls I trespass funerals I go to church – looking for a friend a diehard passion even yoga on methamphetamine. to erupt in irony to whisper over melodies or to create rapping(s). love is so close. I hear her assertion. so much a person over a tender mic. I buff a tabletop I place mats I cook salmon. something light something cruel as it demands genuine emotion; the bikes are locked a skateboard is nailed those walls are recording. so on your side so much proving reliable so dear to our interior. a castle for a queen a dungeon for meditation to explode, to erupt, to break in tears. a kind hand a standing in place a creative piece of memoir. I chase a kite I roam foreign neighborhoods I put self in jeopardy. sweet nectar like no other, I begin to realize why humans get married. breath in its yawning teeth in necks bodies headed to a weekend getaway. our museums our cries our silent gestures. next to an ottoman a room in beige lining, to kneel down, pass over a strawberry, a room filled by diamonds – the curse of its confession, those eyes remiss to die, as rejuvenated, once so tired.

 

I might omit a significant point – those prayers in dens, those lions at your side.

 

I chase ribbons. I look but never gawk. at moments, it becomes insufferable.

 

a candle flickers a wick is showing-out we move it away from curtains. the pool of romance the London in arcs like rising into a miracle. a little Patti La Belle or fairer into chance while so much earlier is better. northern crime or northern labor so much we have come through.       

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