such
fiending so dirty bathing is baptism.
numerology,
astrology, I can’t figure angles—braking soil, heart-rock pain, sure angst to
kiss.
go
deeper!!!
I loved
her, like a damn phantom, it meant I would die.
I wish
I would, old school shit talking, like lazy to get valley.
I touched
it. I spent it. I’m still a saddened novitiate. I adored game, manipulated my
essence, bled game! it was hell, they never tell us, something in this damn room!
running
back to life, after suspending life, like a feral monk.
sugarwater
for lunch, a sandwich for dinner, a spoon of peanut butter for breakfast.
exaggerated!
go
deeper!!!
I wouldn’t
want to die without claiming my existence—the fire in us the pagan in me, like
an arena of witches; to cast like possessed, this is the instance, bled for
remorse.
will
they need me?
becoming
irreplaceable, rolling like pace-bent, puffing one first cigar; badness in
guts, bleeding his scalp, like two forces racing into my treasures.
the
city is locked, by wraiths, they have little mercy. what have we done—to become
cement—was it, hectic hunger?
bread
with jelly with syrup—different tales, Grits yesterday, bacon is a good night.
oh
God! such soul with patience, listening closely, this was wilderness.
most
have bills, a mortgage, an account—ruthless with it, a bull terrier, a naughty
cat; scratching furniture, meowing all day, like hell to get some rest.
