bounced on the
highway, 70 or above, shot down the 710; looking, smiling, alone, a-thirst for
miracles. the death of the life, the core of the monster, how in hell to do
goodness!
hearing Isis, a
chocolate prime fire, thinking like white, asked forgiveness;
so relentless,
never give in, with miles to our valley.
ember burning, camps
a-spark, bodies closer, deep dark dungeons!
another caveat,
trying, if possible, to keep pain leveled; weighed the nickel, a fin at a loss,
strutted, laughed, walked a decent distance.
all into it, feeling
an ego, knowing diamond deception; another problem, mother’s first abortion, as
came flying into a curse.
many freedoms,
many unenthused, a flame as it sparkles;
much solidarity,
many smiles, keeping gut responses; it must be kosher, polite, most of us a
whit fragile;
not to hurt us,
only to giggle, like pistols in paranoia … much is taboo, only so much to say,
dripping in gravy.
