sadness made stronger
a man eclipses his night anger. a chapter in skin written in acid—fire to soul,
trying to waltz passed—much terror on wings.
days are wilting,
nightmares increase, most mouths are vomiting. to know as we exhaust, like
living a deserted kiss, like fierce sloth-grass. weeds made edible lime on rust,
purity in something filthy; a cut in those years, a premature affair, amazed
how we decline. seesawing gently. eating a diseased pigeon. many watching in
pain.
seated near angst,
a broken roundtable, many worshiping dead beliefs; holding to eras in a time
reversed, traumatic sinews—to scream in disappearance, to reclaim mistakes, so
human a man can’t live. to get close, like it meant life, a person is called
sentimental. it learns, it stops hurting, it turns to sheer disgust.
crossing harbor
into seas alleged as a dying crux; infused, trying to see, at edges leaping; a
soft soundtrack, a paleolithic curse, listening to mice aside crickets. a man
will adore her. her will try to live her. he will never be certain.
much implication.
many fiery flames. a man will try to adjust his fever.
sea teal groans,
blue-green skies, a turtle will admonish us. as racing elements, winds, fires,
waters, earths—our caramel deluxe(s) our ham with bacon, so naked on your lawn—yelling,
tossing dirt, rending garments asunder. a rough sackcloth, at something deeper,
goatskin in sheepskin in desperate agony. unhappily gleeful, a palm at its
nape, a body heaving anguish.
“I love you.”
we have some
curse.
