so hot today, sure
into wires, looking like spent, exhausted, been sipping since a.m. a problem, a
cool ass warrior. I see you I accept you, I left mother at the urn. faces
looking like miracles, beauty intense, caressing is mandatory. swimming in the summer-winter,
chills, posted, laughing, gnawing necks. maybe at the creek, puffing loudly, a
line in her pocket, such success, needing a new misery. rolling across a king
size. fluffing new pillows. looking for the remote. just control me. just hold
me. so long at the same war. of which, it’s more liquor, more psychs, more
therapists—like I never changed, a rumor in town, so raw with it; too hard to
believe, like it’s over, but theology makes music—at Love like pain, like a
problem in my face, tasting flesh, raw into lovemaking, a baby on the way—it became
what I am.
floating into
majesty, like God is good, an American thing!
I do more thinking.
upon an apparatus. eating a plate of asparagus. I ache for smooth problems, something
discussable, like give me a chance to win. Love is innocent, aside for raw
missions, just an attitude in a yacht; like magic in myth, or music in
dungeons, to dance like free, knowing liberty is chained. a miracle in an Oldsmobile,
skating like bouncing and rocking—a rocket in stars, falling like bent, looking
at one too damn the mystery.
so hot today, like
barbeque today, like too much sweat today. diamonds, long mane, burgundy eyes,
maybe petite, maybe rowdy, maybe a big body—at a soldier, giggling a whisper,
so designated to have freedom—at every angle in every spider, like married 15
years.
