I get lost, doing
50 mph, pausing for green eyes. I was a miracle, most knew I was off, I can’t
explain God’s hands. I spoke against me, frowned on testimonial, so great the
contradiction. I could have bled out, could have died out, I hit life on her
terms. many have secret existence, I have existence as existence, on waves like
seas. a diamond on the sun, a phoenix in my genetics, can’t explain how often I
croaked. I grabbed a Corona, I slammed a shot, I was ready to implode. like
problems in me, like family in me, like souls at me; partner knew, such a filthy
fence, like a million on the table; as we wonder, (if small chips—and can’t be
trusted—what happens with larger cargo?)
I noticed something, one can’t see
you winning, albeit, they do as they select; a mountain of love, a problem with
love, like sick and psychotic for love; rolling down Sunset, been at it for
weeks, until she asked that question. I’ll leave that alone!
new everything. filthy by 16. so
small time! it shifted, it encouraged progress, many celebrated something
unsteady: looking, eyes swirling, smiles winking treachery.
we ate terror. we formed issues. we
learned to feel hearts.
I get lost, doing 50 mph, steady with
a problem. God was goodness, God was tolerant, God paused, observed, and
checked my heart. I kept wailing, give me an ear, I was hunched over, wheezing,
when skies inside hit. I put existence to itself. I saw compartments. each
selects a routine.
mouth closed, to myself, rolling out
to the firebird. I checked feathers, kept those unburnt, got to writing my
intestines. college to feel unaccepted. life to feel like a misfit. to read
bastards suffer from lost directions.
