opened my eyes,
saw a fairytale, saw anxiety, noticed, I was lying; living delusion, best in a
curse, giggle at me.
I was spent-out,
Love is deeper, a method, another style, I get to wondering—if design is
goodness, if filthy is sacred, a messy soul!
I can’t stay in space,
albeit, dying was glorious. I can’t keep patience. I must keep patience. I’ve
been sort of sober, a sip for a second, I head home.
needed more from
us. like a guaranteed illusion, as we croak to keep it busy.
engraved in my
psyche, must watch my strands, a banner in skies, I feel it’s lying.
we leaped. Love flies,
as living. so sensuous, so dangerous, if but to win favor!
so heartless, so
filled, such a small ghost.
reality is
screaming. I run a risk, as in glasses, accused of being callous.
Love looks with
manners, born wilder than tribes, a time at -- to reveal that.
been there in mud,
rinsing on her lawn—she watched, felt mean, leaned into her lover.
