into the baseline,
acoustics blazing, the gut rumbling—a hungry rage, a thirsty soul, at Love with
patience.
I was sickness, in
a sickroom, strapped inside—once in a straightjacket. I saw a vision, Love
appeared, a whisper into a daze. I waved out, I came back, tears rolling invisibility.
be angry, the motor
thrust, I hit it, laughing, thinking unsteadily.
I wanted her soul,
to chance our graves, hoped to have something most wicked—against grains,
against names, somewhere addressing concerns.
eating shadows,
eating shades, everything is alright—some typical lie!
redrew a cliché,
sat at the table, looking like wrath; birds flapping, caimans inside, genetic
iniquity. am I getting there? it’s off the holiness. at faith, like
disappearing.
I wrestle myself,
outside myself, I leap into myself.
often shocked,
dreaming in mud, a flap winking, a thread in my spirit, I was so sick for her.
