we copped a boat,
one oar, feeling like dust. we hailed nobility, lost it all, too much mind shirking.
an alley of outlaws, a valley of bandits, we wonder concerning facts.
sublime existence,
low on radars, or exulted bending perception.
a tale of thieves, so close, it was
mainly identity.
be it immortal
literature, immortal pictures, or immortal genealogy. skating tracks, flying
down jungles, accursed for living bad. associated with scoundrels, like bibles,
following tenets. dissociative, anti-sociality, a problem claiming pathologies;
not as mine, more as tendency, while compassion, its ability, as shown, becomes
a true ingredient. floating in angels, deeper in meditation, overseeing traumas
in my bodega.
at a thought, just
wondering, why would it exist? darkside lightening. medieval arcs. if only one
might believe. I come I go I never understood a few minutes. longing for it,
wouldn’t see it differently, much ado about what to do. so bright in there, so
addicted out there, sorted thoughts over a New Port.
a younger
knucklehead, traveling hard pavement, a little towards detached.
let me scare you:
in psychology, there lived a man, where he purported non-emotion to raise a
child. this sounds good. a scientific machine. but passion requires emotion.
indeed, it never reached, as it is there, while contradiction is a daily event.
over here, none get colder, this is goodness?
the boat had a
leak. we took to swimming. we drowned in interior glass.
re-shattered. a
losing smile. like oceans fight over control. it seems unclear, control for me
is bad, control for you is normal. it holds truth, situationally, like submit
to the damn authority. I get it, playing by rules, seeing dozens leaping the
rules. to achieve me, to redeem me, a mind stayed on what it became.
we know Judith, we
met Susanna, while Esther is seated in the woods. indeed, Naomi is cute, the
talk of the town, like running into a holy woman—needing physical affection.
too much to believe, too much to know, like sexual healing remains a riddle.
forgive us
mashing, laughing, cursed as ghetto children. forget us living in dungeons,
eating volcanoes, giggling over barbaric fruits.
