I drink poison
infused by chills too many men dying. the devil church at Dickies wearing ten
faces. office encounters, watching a different creature, knowing kinship,
trying to explain. like hula hoop, spinning a body, used to be a friend. I hit
a morgue I hit a scream, how in hell it happened? they said too much. they said
not enough. it didn’t make sense.
fiddling Sun Tzu,
reminiscing on Machiavelli, a little unclear on Socrates. a name in literature,
a man dead at birth, running through transmigration. looking like hawks,
searching for excellence, so much a sound in explosion. too many at Satan’s
House, too many becoming Job, I give like eager suffering traumatization. my
child. my mind. his woman.
Now & Later.
eating sugar a
roach crawling butter melting.
war in town. many
casualties. I lost pieces, fragments, reglued together, leaking Crisco.
swerving home
stopped on Adams & Figueroa, kneeled like too much! fire churning spirit
swooshing only a few will die. I speak like conviction. I live like unmuted. I mute
out at respect. I adore like flying. a pill too many. I’m at a friend’s soul.
Old Business!
special treatment.
better for careful. I heard it in her voice. a dead/living, a living/dead, how
in hell they know polarization? our cubicle our noodles our ways we say, “I
love you.”
it should be over.
they should see God. only a miracle by a genius.
I could have. I
didn’t. many have snakes in their verbiage. more defense. more offense. nothing
is certain as silence.
