I flamed turquoise
cries raging bodies much purpose—heaving hurting so blind so much dying—by penalty
by revenge, for I wasn’t an angel—roaming halls, lost at walls, home like
liquor was water—a foolish man a fretting man so dead those years—it bled me it
screamed at me, a fucking demon at me / skyfall assassins reeking dear damages
a man might get so lost in you—would you help him? would you kill him? so
little to taste essence. was arrested by you, never posted bail from you, all
these years distorted like purpose set aflame. don’t gas-line me. don’t act out
your hatred. dear God! I’ve run back to fire—its disruption it bled thickness
against healing.
by impulse by laws
by courage those years so deceased as a living machine too much exhaustion to
make it home. hurt in you burning skies shivering coppice a sign might mean
something different.
I needed your rage
and pain and dangers like galloping for Civil Rights like hanging on words like
dying ain’t natural!
by science to
claim humanity like a trance to find rose colored diamonds like Jesus just
pulled up in a Lamborghini. “Blasphemy!”
I was sick in a
sickroom most laughed I had hell coming back. it looked easy like ghosts knew
his name like father implored his Church.
one keepsake in
utter desolation as one coming with fury, made glory, so many beautiful ass
horses. one last mistake our favorite remorse like crazy to make passion with
that woman, that fevered creature an unmasked monster, so damn vicious we
forget her pedigree.
