watertight
lightning sweet thunder so ready to expose pain. a fool at his works a maniac
at his affection needing more than we might give. a bleeding man a suffering
fragment so much a losing winner. to die ways to arrange this way so mechanical
so deliberate so free flowing. play a game with me. seduce gods in me. break
religiosity in us. so much we call love like breathing while lost in another
person. it frets it blinks it ruins me. to back away to better know us to live
like molasses on the skies. as meaning a world as eating luxuries so gifted in
the Hills. a ghetto beginner a Shakespeare contestant, while reading some
manuscript. an unknown a bird in seas swinging from clouds. it was pain in
tomorrow it was a child in agony it was us laughing. so exhausted so many
quagmires, if but to redraw a dying sin. as needing multiple palms as sucking
our arts so many fingertips on treasures.
a fever in a night
in a woman in a goodbye. some need as in diplomacy while true anxiety is living
a plural examination. it appears correct, a life so threaded, as thrumming a
beat to a stranger’s agreements. sweet chemistry a feature alive so many at a
man’s wake. a dead man a believing man, as internally screaming at God.
so broken so much
hope if to love in us like Mary. our simple understandings, our internal cages,
it just hast to work!
no magic more
intense than a person engrossed in our nostrils—looking at legs, begging
sinfully, a bird in a high tree—to watch to ache to demand more than what one
can give.
depth of character
depth of obedience all indebted to some ideal.
I walk away—in preserving
us—in demonstration of freedom.
