clear the horizon,
like a rainbow, I was filthy by the time of 15. I came to life, I claimed a
jinni, I was country woods sniffing paint. just a joke, just jousting, just at
Love like heal my aglet. so paranoid those years. I know the feeling. I wrestle
a goddamn phantom. how to lose, a part of heaven, like clouds torn the flip
apart? loud voice box, rage in Corona, like why you flip my life? duress.
stress. a belly filled with almond lumps. skating to break free, leaping
trains, like in Industry City. have mercy, Love, was it so deep, Love, could we
die, Love? in truth, I ask one question, Can we love like fuck the world?
grapes and wines.
penmanship to engrain insistence. flipped out, flippant mouth, fragile, with a
temper. running through hallways, eating his own guts, frowned, foaming,
begging forgiveness.
too many moves, I’ll
tell the truth, some are ruthless, scandalous, seized by, “I adore you.”
mountains of
tablets, ancient red ants, bodies like roped to trees.
clear the horizon,
like a rainbow, I was cleansed, dipped, baptized, ruined. thousands through
palms, palatial cries, at a memory in mid distraction. more courage than
knowhow, more knowhow facing legalities, at tears, made muddy, a mouth kept
steady. I was masked, like a ghost, kept a cavottas; I was face science,
mangled, like disgusted; we hated anything, we pushed for division, it was like
fuck a big word.
“What changed?”
damn a testimonial,
it is what it is, and please adjust to it.
