I lose it from the brain, I skate
in pity, a notch at top tier.
useless for you, addicted to
prowess, Love is society, our children, our rain
—the pain is selfish, it feels,
never itself
—it keeps pushing, it drives
traffic, I spark a cigarette.
we buried silver, we blasted a
line, I was off the soil; a plant a seed a needy instability. I mailed a
letter, too sick to keep it coming, like fuck my air. I cared more, we were
never taught, how we miss love and cherish wrongdoing? I pulled a hoodie, I bought
dickies, it’s a distraction—the game was cousin, the flame was a stick, I swerved
down Washington—the tires burned rubber, the soul was nervous, the overseer
took control—smashing lower, pulled a nightmare, Love knew his glory.
I heard a name, like Mr. Handsome,
at the church vestibule.
years turn like calendars. what
would it be, so crazy for passion, like Love should lock herself? knocking at
mirrors, eating literature, read so much her eyes swelled shut. a little trope,
I need to live, I hit an alley, bought a gram, unlocked evidence.
puffing higher, eyes blue-blazing,
stumbling to the Liquor Bank.
I have a scream inside a match
blazing a bong—picking like choosing. brothers dying, souls doing life, can you
imagine the chaos? a watch lately, a new soul unlikely, a new thought most
perfect.
thrust through. I wanted you. I let
go—looking at a mystery. so damn fertile, so treasured in skulls, the damage is
a skeleton. so proper, so sexual, like humans have it hard—tripping over lust,
hating reflection, most wild inside—pure screams. put the world on it—I gave a
damn—Love so lethal I begged to break free!
a partner says its pain, I feel it’s
passion, we settled on a universal.
