they count
uncertain fire into seas so much a touch shall deplete us. I love like
centipedes at a fiery pace alone in miseries. never have we watched it, to know
it kills us, while continuing, nonetheless. I wake up, freshen up, spark a
cigarette, get ghost. unsatisfied as reclassified, never knew it would be
unsentimental. trying harder, laced by tyranny, fettered by expectation.
running into serenity, saying its prayer, too low to act sober. a fever in her
heart a luxury of diamonds, so splendid in its destruction. a fierce feeling a
framed fracture, a feature as feral. I know what hurts. I give what aches. it
was so long into disappearing. heartwine with another, seated in resonance,
unbehaved in thoughts. tender communion tender pains like concrete above his
casket. breath low. a human foreclosure. skies begging some element. a degree
of joy, dipped in displeasure, wild furious flames.
humans are like
metalwork so stern so much a product of manufacturing. our horizon is bleeding
our treasures are screaming so close knit it begins to unravel. like a
contract, those rules, where relations depend upon vows. so much a moment pure
pottery we hope clay doesn’t crack. a palm of ashes, a dot in souls, sweet
sugarwater—so absent at moments, so cursed at seconds, sudden into a state
of confusion. abandoned to her touch her scent her agonies. a stronger sense a
rich avalanche falling into love’s abyss. radical cries, raided centers, at a
Crenshaw railroad. so much love as hatred. so much dry water. so much whet nonchalance.
