nobody wants to
lose, if & only if to win, but pain cleaves, it digs, it’s in flight—caught
pure voltage! shocked, dying, tears filling shower blood—an inkblot by pots of
moderate rage—most despise us! I fret chills, they go so far, under bugs,
thumping maggots, this is our body!
near an exit, my ingress, with signs screaming. been too far, been
too close, a warrior at my grave.
eating gristle or bone nibbling grout; Iraq faith, Phoenician rain, like
Greece in a black man. many at the wake. many touching his ashes. many like
broken pens—leaking, grinding, too many in hell. painted insides, mulatto pearls,
running like I signed a contract; sure vaccinated at surprises—can’t imagine
how we war each other. tailored
faiths, academic disapproval, friendship with enmity—unsentenced out in fields,
given hell for striking into a mind dungeon. looking at him, unsteady with him,
good & chill over a pictureless man. most carry a lion, keeping it
appeased, it roars nonetheless.
stung interior wrung spirit boiling noodles. I chased it, gave aches for
it, became an edifice with it
art is bleeding. eyes stay wider.
never given core self. must try, must keep sanity, so amazed by what they feel.
many saw hustle, a newborn, most saw jobs. underprivileged & polished. a
fist to skies a band on arms a scream in his skeleton. I get weary, most are strategist,
but it’s offensive for ‘others’.
a sickle to diction, a compass for prudence, a mountain between us. like chasing chastity, gaining
momentum, she will meet turbulence.
next to a dahlia sits a mantis, he watches me.
