Monday, September 13, 2021

Speech Fraught Caiman

 

days create chaos, like thrown away anger—without its clearing, its therapy, its redemption.

I grab a notebook, I toss it in frustration, I can’t emphasize it enough—I want to know core: spells & outbursts, perfection turned to pits, laughter over being imperfect.

it hurts more these trails, looking at bobcats, carrying amethyst, feeling too unexplained.

brothers are news clippings!

 

I see minds come out, amidst zebras, chancing being seen—videotapes of rage, media coverage for abuse, most lonely those salient a.m. hours.

I awaken. I feel voltage. I answer the silent spider. I’m itchy, I feel overjoyed, I think it trickled into happiness. I die, tears wash boards, I’ll be home!

 

over modalities, we’ve come to a riddle, what engulfs me in another body?

too sharp to miss it. I never intrude. it seems crazy how we become snake-dogs.

snippets of a person, never so close, as so estranged from a person: the love one gives, the agony one buries, so unisex with her in mind.

it will not be workable. it is but a feeling. we get so crazy over what passes.

those curly eyes, those topaz vocals, such a soulprint unknowingly.

 

benthos          

logos

pathos

&

creed.

 

shelves are stuffed with screams. true exercise is mind life. when we die, I’ll bear testimony: to destitution—longsuffering—bearing children anyway.

PS.

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