never so
incredible so under-dirt no body knows the future. most are angry, to fight
depression, too much rage so many veins. a living machine too fabulous so
crooked, it felt like heaving. I ate lunch. I got worried. too many side effects.
a coffin floating a door opening most might walk a thinner line.
too much force as
involved in resistance something inside to feel that way. friends inside,
challenged inside, I keep conversing a deeper inside.
what?
something stays
dying something is furious something has an influence—like inside out, right
side up, like left side down.
many running rabid
like dear failure in straightjackets. others sipping liquor, getting heavier,
craving freedom. in a discussion, an argument with self, most watching the
performance. at deep debates or wet unwet, like mother as sister—or terror as a
glad night.
contradiction is
universal like eating, grinning, so sad it was lower than over-counter.
none needs a
doctor until one needs a doctor while stigma surrounds our excellent waves.
no body wants this
it just appears like a bear in a jungle or a jaguar in a tree. lost too many,
no definition, while they watch to see will he make life?
before it keeps
boiling before it chases father before it kidnaps our skies; a filmmaker a
cinema cast, just to make it through.
couldn’t see until
it was me couldn’t feel correctly.
clean outfits
brand new tennis shoes, too perfect in a situation; never bit self, never
fretted too many, it amazes when a stranger gets in; rough patches, mazes
filled with tulips, minds fraught by shrubberies.
I keep conversing
a deeper inside.
