off
the hinges, the demon screams, tossed-out, catching blues, such
mathematics—like musicology, or ontology, so metaphysic, those big royal
words—too much to hunger, thirsty, road lost as an impala.
the
sunbird symphony, across a phoenix pond, sunlight just fell nudely.
too
many splits, a child hiding, an osmosis personality, go eagle eyes, like crazed
grime, slime across the regions.
manifested
fortune, into mechanic futures, a nickel into a dime, just wild enough to lose
it; the trees with chorus, cosmic inflation, enflamed over a thought—must
meditate it out.
manumit
the rajah, too much to keep peace, something must be mastered; count the
fires, listen to the unspoken, most aren’t altruistic; webs aside wildflowers,
love fuses hatred, just renewed triple feelings.
over
an antique emotion, at a mongoose, the last koan—getting older, fretting
millions, saw it in my ancestors; sold into graces, never asked for what I
couldn’t give—many symbols, one talisman, one perfect future.
asked
for mercy, asked for patience, like rolling, maneuvering, hitting mud; so much timing,
no one wins, some will win, it’s a den, inside math, scraping skies.
first
aborted, came back, tried again.
those
fantastic eyes, I need to call it innocence, like I've never seen purity.
