the
challenge is loving you, endorsing you, too much suffering. I damaged us like
horses break wood like mother losing control.
I
come across as ignored, successful, eating blight—a face unseen or respect
dangling like hell hounds on my trail.
I
hit grayness. a dear problem. he was angry it didn’t work. I passed Gardena I headed
into Hawthorne I jumped on the 405s; it struck me, what an old flame said,
concerning another’s intentions. he thought I never knew … more mercy, fire
laughing, a few laughs meaning pain.
I
heard his words I felt disdain the house is screaming. we imagine indemnity,
where it’s a game, humans are holding grudges.
it
gets harder the damned are in power, wheezing golf balls, tucked in a chasm,
bleeding insincerity.
to
hate a soul, to strike first, or to laugh at others with a man’s chains. eating
gas drinking helium like a soul made of copper wire.
topaz
woman too good to be true, I slap my leg—ensured to die, a million-dollar
policy, or ten-dollar wisdom.
the
challenge is hating you. some garage of feelings. we now monitor emotions.
arranged in ghettos, swooping through South Central or seated in a class at
LMU. so impatient, looking at a person, where everything they do is a sign of
disenchantment.
we
play piano where disrespect is natural insomuch as we expect others to accept
it. no regard. no truths. where hitting is off limits.
one
can endure it, laugh it off, look intently … still, it comes back.
many
despise us, they abhor us, television barely scrapes the dungeon.
the
challenge is to redeem you … for it keeps coming.
hell
to the man telling as he sees it with a decent correlation.
