often, a man will
seize skies become one with oceans break barriers eating briers. a thistle with
salt, a steak for another, so explained as losing sanity.
watching in a
nightclub, advertised as special, most just need another drink. a.m. hours,
near berry branches, nibbling sugar-peaches, loving raspberry fortune. so
little invested into eyes screaming at me; so neat her visibility, so subtle
her sexuality, looking for something unseeable—our addiction, like twilight, in
Downtown quarters; fire as it spreads, loins set aflame while lonely but
non-upset—much green wagers waves in bleeding never a woman like to you;
a feral man a
behaved man just needing a bit of tugging—pushing, right at edge, some fringe,
with sharing as option if to survive. people look at me. they ask what I’m
thinking. I tell them—with or without your approval, but it might go certain
waves.
chairs are in a
circle. we keep changing chairs. when chairs run out, most want to relocate.
so many metallic
tongues so filthy in our eyes with pain, mange, fleas at our dungeon. a friend
would die. never lived his days. too much to go into.
ride like crazy.
astride like dying. make me fall like I’m winning. palming seahorses, running
in place, sweating to a beat.
to do life, as
daily, with panic seizing pleasures. to a decent goodbye, with it meaning so
little, arms embrace by routine.
much in you,
blueberry eyes, to have experience—more in others, still growing, with someone
at the helm.
so wild by hem
much flame in cities, we took a long road trip. hypnotic drinks, wowing our
imagination, assessing critical instincts—more to live, more to succeed, so
easy to fold a lounge chair.
puffy bears, a new
spread, same anything—more fever, lost in imageries, like capturing one breath.
