Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Ms. Gold & Mr. Bronze

 

sawing wood, on a farmstead, naked in spirit, clothed as carnal. I look closer. I see buriers. I see more pain. much adventure, a mantis instructor, an ocean meant for seasickness. so causeless, so focused, so nauseated. a woman at play, so crucial to sorrow, so much happiness laughing—at angst, orison, waves ebbing; a last smile, until healed smile, backed into memories. I walk northbound, humming a hymn, with penchants to receive. at first glance—it was kinship, maybe not love, just curiosity. such cold creatures, alphabetical angers, our pensive, prideful phobias. I retreat. I never knew much trust. I see something—we use each other by capacity. we sense each other, so it never matters. it’s not eternal, in eyes hurting themselves, if caught, we die wishing on trefoils. a bathhouse spirit, a tepee body, losing something essential. similar afflictions, driven lately, more power to a soul begging peace. so mental, so delicate, too much to hold graces. Tibetan souled. Asian chi. Tao freedom. so bothered now, so into feelings again, I must be honest, I don’t fling it.

 

an overdose on oxygen, wheat crackers, wine, unbelievable atmosphere.

 

don’t deserve what’s been given. don’t need what comes for hurting.

 

many years ago, over timetables, under a crooked umbrella—those first looks, like so casual, to imagine what gives life. hardwood resistance, sakata plagues, fused like losing. to call it love, like you never knew love, love looks differently.

 

knucklebone pictures. driven lately. going through a phase lately.

 

if I went raven mad, would you bring me back? if unclear, pacing mirrors, would you point out my image?     

 

it was unthoughtful, not intentional, while gold rarely mingles with bronze.

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