I watched her
gestures, humping dry air, looking possessed.
I disappeared I mashed
through fields, paused, got ghost, came to maturity.
as a rethought
child, an immature intellect, I might think unevenly.
I like you. I know
you. with you it seems different.
I see my future it
dies at its ending it lights a wick at its beginning.
social proof, traipsing
on politics, seeing blackness, so amazed by it all.
eating a jinni
moving quicker, sold my soul on a contract. they ask the game, they see the
fire, listening might aid us.
precious goals, hyper anxieties, getting close was so hard. I became
tender, I became existence, I became possessive; death is cousin, weight is
flame, I came like a maniac.
I must
immortalize, transmigrated, rereading my poems from a hundred years ago. “How
does he think?” I laugh with it. I remember taking the helm. mother passed away,
my matriarch/patriarch. something’s untrue, an intense feeling, often, we need
it to work. we get desperate, we flip out, so crazed he lost his niceness.
I watched her
gestures, I thought them unique, so damn bold at it.
I write with a mask,
so different with pain, wondering concerning our plague. rereading the Book,
meditating Krishna, at a place in Namaste; wilding out, like sky-prisms,
like soul love, so secreted, so memorized. paper fire, ink wars, if perfect, I might
break samsara.
blazed with a
monkey, genetics in caimans, slapped a shoebill. I was younger, something was
furious, brains dislodged, dislocated, indeed, I’ll keep my mouth shut, indeed,
I think mystic reigns, a bird in my palms, a parakeet on repeat. I feel yeast,
it permeates flesh, I itch, damn, it’s eczema! so deep in dirt, so clear last
month, so holy the demons came. a secret, better get it, or lose sanity.
too much Thorazine,
lost coordinates, spoke clearly, meds changed. I feel like ghosts, I know it’s
real, metallic maniacs at a curse. mystic at it, running guts at it, “What’s
It?” Ha!
