witness
grieving out the ghettoes struck from the bottom—more mud more mudslides they
call us grimy.
an
ovenbird a pain in hell, shrapnel like metal.
church
chants rolling in Italy never a woman by fire—a gut-wrench designing buildings
it was a million ants in his chair.
I
promise gods, luxuries, plenty of zillion-dollar progeny. I was taken at
seconds, I must admit, and converse is tricky.
I
get too honest, I see havens, heaven torso as bled to death.
all
I wanted, God, tears dropping, God, some friend for a metaphysical, God.
like
Oprah, so underground, we just hit Philadelphia; swerving ghettoes, never a
woman so deadly, so beautiful, screaming like a maniac.
money
made it false a cost we explain a Navy man a gut soul too lost to find his
coffin. all I wanted, God, I feel chills, God, it hast to become realer, God. to
wrestle Devils, to fret Satan, Beelzebub said Lucifer is different. inviting
spirits, seated in a living room, catch a case and disappear 40 years.
many
are silly, addicted to something natural, never a change in her gauge. it’s
mostly routine, unless a ghost arises, if loving me, say, “Death.”
a
slew of boxes, a miracle of souls, like cupid is sprung. never such language,
never such disrespect, you never met one of us—and I never met you. all I wanted,
God, to live like dying, God, to die like living—Lord Screams so inverted so
absent rummaging the churches. too gorgeous, so ugly, I ride through forests
galloping on a black stallion. much mire much peril, all I wanted was a bad as
demon.
find me in choir, aside Angelica,
with Bianca sullen so much sex a man might die. to hate some element, much
humanity in silence, a death sentenced to living. a madman, Lord Knows! tried
so hard the omens, the apparitions, the ghosts are heaving-up Dons.
