Thursday, October 7, 2021

Individualized Government

 

I grab a cigarette, I look at it, I toss it—running back. I spark a lighter, I inhale tobacco, like always a slave.

I trek fields, rain topples, the sugarcane is drowning.

trying to resist, it keeps tugging, a squirrel on my windowpane.

I grab a cigarette, I look at it, I toss it—running back. I spark a lighter, I inhale tobacco, like always a slave.

to touch on love, I can’t say what it is, I know infatuation, pash, intense desire. I know AM tension, caloric intake, a nauseated exhaustion. watching skies, feeling like a phoenix, needing solace to resurrect—beauty in her gait, delicate fingers, we imagine so much in a moment.

what sustains it?

a mother just made breakfast. kids are loud, smiling, getting ready for school. father is cheerful.

we call it love.

it seems like mental properties, leading or following example, an inner siren, a good feeling, sipping Cognac with the wife. trying to unwind, eating ice cream, late night affection.

when money is good. good moods appear, if to address an inner chamber—the sun might get brighter.

so much a winner, so much a feeling, indebted to emotion.

I grab a cigarette, I look at it, I toss it—running back. I spark a lighter, I inhale tobacco, like always a slave.

the filthy good luck, knowing when to turn away, at a miracle to have come so far.

never forgetting palms screaming love—or suffering feeling delicate—those hands to his sanity.

many bags of groceries, many years of paying bills, many nights going into passion.

I grab a cigarette, I look at it, I toss it—running back. I spark a lighter, I inhale tobacco, like always a slave!

PS.

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