too many too insidious
too much thriving. eating gunpowder, fleeing mirrors, athirst, blasted, hanging
on a coma. loved her name adored her anguish so existential, so much condition.
more at it, fiending over pigmentation, wanted to arrive, been there so
often. coming from islands bleeding guts smashing a mirror. too much bad luck
too much pain how in hell to lose mother? more to Love, so small such hips, as
years are dishonored. if to enter, if to battle, wrestling trying to destroy
flame—to extinguish a fever, so fervent, sometimes a little scary.
a new Cadillac a
new curl dripping on God. troubled with plight just thinking, with her times
might be good. someone to cherish, something to live for, give us life! at
University, pleading innocence, too affected to be good. gold flippant too
angry or too damn nice. one, and needs, to feel gripped, with a craving to love
someone. scared to have children. father failed. needing sanity to arrive
early.
flesh leaking armor
has deteriorated Love has entered.
to leave mid night
to disappear is fire as taking into a cry. abused to learn, she needed more,
with fragments destitute. a feud in a chapter, a channel in a lamp, many watts
to defuse aggression. passion as unstable, needing theatrics, if to achieve
born identity. a laxed time, a fretted pain, if matrix, mind, and majority
wins. rushing you. asking you. with eternity in another.
how a backdrop in
concrete looking like she invented lovemaking? a plate of sushi a bit of feng
shui a heart filled with taekwondo. if to admire power if to need for self, a
problem in blackness.
