it ain’t good,
soldier, a samurai laughing, at pains inside—the grit of song, at boiling
points, worse these differences. too little on channels, rethinking my plasma,
with dripping becoming more keys. much favor for frantic, more failure begging
understanding, like terrible it felt good—they never figure—how losing—caused so
much winning. many speak to a plan, many speak of cosmic necessity, others
plead like crazed and falling. torn sheets, bloody carpet, muddy fingerprints—the
excellence of failures, many eyes on heaven, so treasured, so long, never knew
us! place me in a storehouse, come through when hurting, laugh like I never
knew him! many dating snakes, both genders, while classification is convoluted.
the worse kind of beautiful, the best kind of ugly, when it benefits the
wellbeloved. I see what I want. I walk away. it amazes how one just needs to
believe—as to know, never acting on it, just secure in a given edge. the fringe
of the animal, the catlike claws, such vampire fangs; to relive with us, a
clock pausing for us, so delicate—he never understood.
a bad ass man, a
good ass man, is there one hundred percentage? I was bad at times, most-good in
life, like a radicalized trance spirit. at a lady, asking my name, to address
music with pain. to sit with yearning, morosity, making passion to feel
closeness—with healing coming soon, with wages on clarity, so decent for a few
good people.
