I fret wrongness,
needing completeness, some whole condition—to observe you as mine,
despite evolution, I’ll leave that for intuition. I hit traffic, do a little
bar work, aging is a pleasure, a penalty.
I would like what
I can’t sustain, at least its opportunity—to moan, laugh, die, resurrect.
punctured through,
an existential madness, covered in thistles. conversing, at joys, to realize
souls become sophisticated—the tear that doesn’t drop, those watery eyes,
eating senses, at stops, aside an inner leviathan.
a tender miracle,
a fleet of roses, an endearing poem. wrote from heart, wrote from arc, went
further into his lagoon; burgundy skies, purple crushes, damaged beginnings;
like strong soldiers, becoming warriors, many scars make a soul.
nightmares.
banshees. screams. I would try
harder, to small avail, amazed by how we cherish each other.
the city is
crowded, police are watching, a man must be careful; analyzing from his
reservoir, streaming through his conduit, at tense beliefs. to change daily, if
to arrive daily, we might learn something about human behavior. I watch snails, I place them
side-by-side, they aren’t interested in humans. I observe turtles, growth is
peril, from birth they must outwit snakes. tell your pain, hear your story,
evolve, chasing, let sunshine be conquered; by a thrill, by a drill, the scars
are favored. facial ghosts the
lady is bad ass! I keep to soil.
most talk, they
say it all, they get a little knowhow and become dangerous. life is learning,
reading, studying some more. it never changes.
tell us,
Omniscience. fill us, Omnipresence. protect us, Omnipotence.
