over
a cigarette, about a year ago, looking at sunrise; the depth of the
hummingbird, the fields down south, like life is on repeat. similar thoughts,
similar praises, same disgusts.
I’m
losing me, changing daily, now, again, it looks like love.
the
pride of the penalty, the fall of the filter, like abused loving more.
shots
to his soul, volts to his temple, like communing is too damn cold. I wanted
one, I was sick inside, never to get sicker.
infused
to dream. attacking a new chalkboard, writing solutions. I was weary at dams,
swimming against a wall. I was higher up, laughing in a situation, I know
hospitals. the fear of the novice, this dirt of the casualty, the fallen in
screams.
woven
into hassles. bleeding the skies. like invisibility living as seen. so cold a
riddle, so true a fact, perceptions are realer than reality.
I
kneel lower, climbing downward, I know a secret.
sworn
to ambition, a thousand lines, did I reach you? a million more sentences, an
avenue to palaces, too damn beautiful to fly away. to elicit a response, to
feel illicit, where cartoons no longer work. slinging self into a situation.
dusky
virtue, abased in problems, where it’s envied the freedom others exhibit.
I
watched her, so damn rude, so disrespectful, balanced in necessity. I caught a
fever. it was much offensive. the situation is absolute.
I
shifted.
it
sounds like passion. skin tone—more an entrance, more an execution. most
gorgeous crops, a sickle is dripping, like most are going ballistic.
