it feels like
gravity. it cures or kills. too much closes lungs. I was a saddened soul,
explosive, angry at every damn thing. how to gather a guarantee? pills falling,
liquor spilling, the fields screaming; bleeding sugarcane, milky sugarwater,
miserable humility. a taste of strawberry, a taste of cranberry, a taste of
apple Chapstick. I was gnawing her sweat, physicality was important, like mischief
minds, like gravity ghosts.
much gravidity—a time
set aside—you & I must do some healing.
summer humidity.
summer screams. summer magnetism.
I feel lower at
days, or too up to feel intimate, like listening to something unregulated by
commonsense. I keep chasing. meeting irregular souls. wild about the preference
of spirits.
the haunt of
beauty, as clotheslines bleed ink, the west has become most different. opened
bibles, souls baptized, most anything is a religion. so infused, another
effusion, like we wish you success. mind-belts, art-buckles, more misery with
icing.
a sad warrior,
riding east, just lit my 3rd cigar. many problems, many apparitions,
like hard on health. finding God, like early at it, many saw it, couldn’t
identify it, it’s like a big ass joke.
never spoke,
something good for something bad, headed in saying a prayer. so attracted to
it, an expression of it, many never repented—saw dust saw dirt, saw mud—the building
crumbling, a new edifice crisis, the mythic love of an entourage.
it was late. it
was still early. the ultimatum came. liberty or savagery? love or misery? it
seems the two before come regardless.
so specialized,
just bought some joys.
