aloof from self
not to injure self, injured, nonetheless. needing to believe, needing a self
away from self, strong in unspoken tears—born to bury mother, alive to inhale mother,
a problem with anything. carving spirit, dwelling in soul, waiting like fidelity
is easy. much hubris in silence, much tolerance in love, so damaged softly. a
fret in sound, grounds cracking, just lost everything kept me strong. a madman
filled with madness, acting like a lawyer. met my windmill, unveiled a terrible
truth, most are for anyone—some are for a few. by strength to rebirth some
semblance of an individual inside. a late night, seated on a swing, looking
like running forever. the dead in me became like living in me, so maladjusted.
aloof from self, not to injure self, injured, nonetheless; baffled, battled, at
loses in winds—relocated, surefire into a storm, when anything sways a women’s
ears, anyone into a stronghold, no need for credibility, I wash walls. I just
reburied mother, I talk to a dead father, mother keeps rising—like gates on a
fortress, like doors on a Ferrari, like lungs in a voicebox. a bit displaced,
complaining to myself, I get tired of hearing it.
I put so little on
you. I treat you like a younger person. I disavow feelings in a void. losing
parts in self, losing music, listening to hurt, anguish. laughter is waning.
denial has died. sharing seems elementary. do you know, why a person gets
married, because heaven has given its reach? we share heaven. we share each
other. nothing is ours exclusively. deeper hurting deeper insanity, maniacal
language, laughter, guts into skies.
trials,
tribulations, more wisdom, more pain, watching some never grow. our cures our
curses our abuses. at merry expression, compelled to sing, so delighted to have
met faith—a cut in his stomach a rifle at his temple, with energies swooshing,
swooping, surrounding his instincts. to love like wilderness to hold tumbleweed,
as all witness his return.
