Monday, November 29, 2021

It Never Gets Better, Once Exposed!

 

I asked for clarity. I was suicidal. we grabbed graves, plead villages, basement tightening. grip me, scratch me, bite my dreams—fleeing, looking back, can’t escape the stream. I’ve no guarantees, I adore eternal, love is at moments—so true, such pain, flicking a flea. I took a garden, I begged films, diamonds in my damn face—swinging, playing, too exposed—the force of violence, grabbing at myself, slipping into atmosphere. I lost so much. I gained crookedness. the lines inside, the paper crumbling, the shrill in her lungs. so dirty, I feel filthy, like old grimy rags—so biblic—a curse, a new name, where in sex—would it become kosher? be a witness, at the watch tower, Love in the countryside. money spent, days at inner murder, clouds at ants. a flood inside, never needed a person, so adapted to screaming; fuck life, if life is absent—of us, ties with England, so proper, I touched, got ghosted, she popped up—told all, a baggage of trash, bins full, giggling like a damn child. mimic me and die. redeem me and fires. resurrect me and become powerful. never touched that pain, never so eager, I fumble, an outburst, such filth was clean—the shirt bloody, the rain in my circle, an epithet, to evolve into murder grains. so fucking petty, bucking in lanes, like, I’m closer to her art—different humbleness, different humility, I shake to know our potentiality—a koan, a mistake, my life, never would it be better.     

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