living
animation a problem in a dream with excellence on rehab. I was doped out like
kicked out abased in trauma one last bottle. the conference room unthreaded
like a dear god mistake. lake houses lights laughing rolling up on relapse.
years like calendars matching a hearse so kleptic at the gravehouse. a bad ass
woman, fretting his lungs, so tragic how we un-claim decency.
if
humbled make life, so plural, I wonder how it exposes us. too many to confess
too ritualized to un-measure, one just pulled up.
I
hit a taxi looking at the rearview I giggle to the gods. iron clanks a pocket
with paper, down to a last ultimatum. sided to reside. disappeared, came back.
someone right in the next room.
Thai
tea a cigarette a bad ass problem. we cook out we talk shit we laugh like children—gripping
belly hunched over, spitting up saliva.
fresh
out of recon like a mad adventure, he joined like a message.
at
the cafeteria, unlikely to win, a small, electric, green eyed miracle. she hung
with them. she lived with them. she wanted a visit. I just look stupid. an
inner mystic. like dumb shit fits some people.
I
rang his doorbell, he came with a bounce, he was feeding his three-month-old
baby. I noticed a sullen glint, I touched the couch, I lied, I said all will be
well. he laughed, on our existential, like invisible in nightmare down south. no
databases for pigmentation more databases for pigmentation we seem at love with
pigmentation. I heard a man, as he spoke loudly, he was proud to be 100%
puritan/pure blood. I still wonder how he figured that out.
knock
hell out or into them. like a mad person like demons repent like space in a
black horizon.
